Let me stay with you a while and tell old, old storiesOf your oft electric laughter and your charmsHow you came out of Montana with a wolf pup at your heelsAnd a snow white rabbit huddled in your armsIn the darkness, in the darknessIn the darknessRemember, hey, those Gold Rush days, how the gold dust in the mudFrom Main St. leading all the way to AlderWith sunset turned the color of a lover's throat at blushAnd with moonrise, blazed some new and silver riverIn the darkness, in the darknessIn the darknessThe ministers were bloodless and the preachers were on fireAnd mahātmās sang their love songs in nasturtiumsBut if he, or they, or any of their masters called my nameI was in your holy temple and never heard themIn the darkness, in the darknessIn the darknessRemember, hey, those Gold Rush days, some Last Chance Gulch saloonYou, and I, and all the miners watchingAs shadows danced across a screen as quiet as the moonWithout sound, their fury signifying all thingsThe whole town was alive that night as we floated down the streetThrough fist fights, cowboy poets, parlor womenAnd the light from the projector seemed to glow within your soulLike an opal throated songbird in its prismIn the darkness, in the darknessIn the darknessThey're tearing down the movies now, not a stone upon a stoneAll dust is dust no matter how celestialBut I, who tasted hornet juice and honey on the roseWhat use have I for all their cold memorials?Still every now and then sometimes when the night sky gets so brightAnd no Bethlehem of stars could match its burningI walk out into the fields until I can feel you by my sideAnd my memory is a book of gold thrown openHow you rode a white horseThe queen of the harvest kissed your cheekThe boys all took one lookAnd found that they could no longer speakIn the darkness, in the darknessIn the darkness
