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1997Writer(s): Michael Martin MurpheyNow the fire is burning lowAnd glowing red and goldSeptember images rememberedKeep out rain and coldWe rode across the Rainbow RangeThrough fallow fields of hayYour hair was goldThe leaves were gold inPalomino daysAnd everything was golden thenThere was gold dust in the streamsGolden horses, river courses were swiftLike fading dreamsAnd we were running down the sunThrough yellow Aspen gladesWe rode our golden ponies through thosePalomino daysAmber skies, topaz eyesAnd eagles'' on the wingReflected in your eyes when IGave you a shining ringThe sun flashed on my golden spursThrough autumn''s tawny raysOh, what I''d give once more to live thosePalomino daysAnd everything was golden thenThere was gold dust in the streamsGolden horses, river courses were swiftLike fading dreamsAnd we were running down the sunThrough yellow Aspen gladesWe rode our golden ponies through thosePalomino daysWhat I''d give once more to live thosePalomino days