When I was young back on the farm I could hardly wait Till Sunday came and my true love would meet me by the gate
And we'd go roamin' through the countryside walkin' in the clover Making love and playing games to warm winds of summer Roamin' through the countryside walkin' in the clover Making love and playing games to warm winds of summer
We'd stop and pick the daffodills when we talked awhile And when I asked her for a kiss she'd look at me and smiled
And we'd go roamin'...
When the sun was sinking low we'd leave the fields behind To think about another day for it was summer time
And we'd go roamin'...
Those carefree days have come and gone and now she is my bride And every Suday afternoon I take her by my side
And we go roamin'...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
