I know a girl with golden hair and a face so beautiful that it turns heads,
She has the oldest soul I've ever seen and she doesn't belong here with you and me.
But she stays and she loves and she'll hold your hand,
Because she knows your struggle and wants to help in any way she can.
Watch the way she moves,
Look at the way she smiles,
She shouldn't be here and knows it,
Yet she stays. Craving to give everyone true happiness,
I know a girl with golden hair so beautiful that that sun would be jealous.
She has the oldest soul I've ever seen and she doesn't belong here with you and me.