Mark Olson

Letter From Africa
Don't I love my summer sunshine Don't I love my summer sunshine I went walking down a road A thief came by and stole my clothes Be there if I could Don't know how I should Leave my own family Oh my Africa letter sends you a song Oh we were such good friends back then We dug ditches in the sun And we worked hard the whole day long I miss the songs too And I miss that small kitchen Where we would talk some Oh my Africa letter sends you a song Everyday I try to keep All the good things In front of me yeah But our roads have crumbled Hope our worlds have tumbled All the way around Oh my Africa letter sends you a song Don't I love my summer sunshine Don't I love my summer sunshine (Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics) From Letras Mania