I'm living a dream with the golden queen, her strawberries and cream
It's spring time, we are blooming this way, in the seasons of her day
Well, just for now there are apples on the trees
Everything is green, we are fine, sweet as wine

Remained those marigolds the colour of her hair

I couldn't believe, she would leave and now she is gone
She flew with the wind and left after spring, on New Year's Eve
Although the storm has gone, the melted snow flooded the field of corn
Something is wrong, I'm not that strong, my weakness is blonde

Remained those marigolds the colour of her hair

Once a guy said to me: Wish you to be happy everyday
But how will I be under this apple tree, alone in a summer day?
Well, just for now there are apples on the trees
And you can be hit in your head once sitting there

So come see the marigols of the new spring in the air
Remained dead marigolds by the ear, around her hair
And that's all