Till Dawn — Marc Bolan

One and a two and a three and four, hey

Golden eyes on a sunset lawn make me feel so glad to be born Broken pages on the edge of night make me want to squeeze you tight Till dawn Till dawn oh *

Heat will fly on a sky of gold Rivers flow like diamonds oh Sweet angel girl I need you now locked around me like a burning house Till dawn Till dawn oh *

*Repeat

Till dawn t-t-till dawn Till dawn t-t-till dawn