Autumn comin' early, summer comin' late What can a poor soul do And Arty says the leaves will fall in May We'll be swimmin' in a sea of blue Bells ringin' too For the chosen few
And Arty says the things they're doin' up north Don't flatter Mother Nature none Says that what she's given, well, she can take Including every single mother's son And daughter too And baby too
I don't know what the wise men said But I sure hope to find out soon If I don't maybe see ya' later Jack Somewhere like the moon June may be too late June may be too late
June may be too late You can take that as a warning (Ringing out) June may be too late Maybe see you judgement morning (Singing loud)
And Arty says the pop goes weasel in May And I got a hunch he might be right So I'm gonna go and pack my bags today And I'm gone before you can strike a light June may be too late...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
