In this case I became enamored with a simple folk-style chord progression. Just before going to bed I would lie in my bed, in the dark, playing those chords over and over. The next morning I worked out a melody and then wrote out all of the music to the song, but I had no lyrics. A day later I went to the L.A. County Fair and met a very nice old couple (in their 80s) who told me how they had met and married back in the 1950s. That interaction inspired the lyrics to this song. Of course, "old" in "old gold bands" could mean a few years or many decades -- it's up to the listener.

Lyrics

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OLD GOLD BANDS
Michael Dyer
Â© 2007

You're my wind, sky and trees.
You're my woods, with autumn leaves.
You're my sunset on the sands,
A beach fire with, holding hands,
And old, gold bands.

You're the butterfly, on my flower.
You're the waves' crashing power.
You're the tune, lovers sing,
The rainbow that, moonlight brings,
In a diamond ring.

I can see so far. I can see so far!

You're my cinnamon, lavender rose.
You're wherever spring-water flows.
You're my honeysuckle vine,
The deepest of dark red, red wine,
At a wedding time.

You're the breeze that blows my mind,
Your laughter, coming up from behind.
You're my sunrise, on the sands,
A bonfire with, holding hands,
And old, gold bands.

I can see so far. I can see so far!