It was already August, the first blush of autumn in the cheeks of the maple and ash
I was so busy mindin' my business that I didn't see her 'til she asked me to dance
Now I don't like my chances of puttin' her beauty in words but I'll give it a try:
Her eyes were as blue as a Hank Williams song and her voice like an old lullaby
If wishes were horses we'd ride together chasing the wind 'cross the plains If longing was midsummer rain I'd turn the canyons into deep rivers again
The dancefloor was hot as a greenhouse in June and the band swung like a trapeze
And I her as close as I dared to then spun her around like a leaf in the breeze
One song, one dance sometimes you only get one chance to let your love show
And I still can't explain why I hid mine away like a daffodil under the snow
If wishes were horses we'd ride together chasing the wind 'cross the plains If longing was midsummer rain I'd turn the canyons into deep rivers again
No whisky, no gin No trouble I'm in can chase her out of my mind
Where do you go when time passes slow and love has left you behind?
If wishes were horses we'd ride together chasing the wind 'cross the plains If longing was midsummer rain I'd turn the canyons into deep rivers againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
