Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
G. K. Chesterton, Gold Leaves

O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll! I'll read the writing.
All that glitters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
J. R. R. Tolkien, Song of Aragorn

Sister Golden Hair, America

Heart of Gold, Neil Young

Gold Dust Woman, Fleetwood Mac

Gold On The Ceiling, The Black Keys