Gregory Alan Isakov
Dandelion Wine
Summer days were just a magazine, a magazinea magazine...Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasolineSo I can see ya soon...Fall swoonedLeft me drunk in a fieldDandelion wine for a yearAnd I packed up the dustOf all that I ownedHandkerchief hung from a poleI rolled out the day that the apples fell...
From Letras Mania