Lletres: Frank Sinatra. Hair of Gold, Eyes of Blue.

I came down from Butte, Montana, for a little change of scene
And I stopped to stay in Santa Fe, where I met a pretty queen
Hair of gold, eyes of blue, lips like cherry wine
She's the prettiest gal I ever know and I'm gonna make her mine

Now I planned to leave on Monday, but she held me kinda tight
So I stood my ground and hung around and then I left on Friday night
Oh, hair of gold, eyes of blue, lips like cherry wine
The prettiest gal I ever knew and I'm gonna make her mine