Run, Run, Run

Green acres

Summer sun

freedom to run

Cows that wander

in fields ahead

the little bridge so old now

where clear sparkling water

runs underneath

hands in the cold clear water

the taste of it so fresh

so pure like you

one day someone will come along

cowslips and tall grasses

stretched out on grass

your fingers love the touch

sun above beating down

dreams of fun dreams of love

freedom to run

run to life see it ahead

head full of dreams

and thats all it was

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who else – Saturday early evening has to be Frank Sinatra

 

 

 

 

 

 

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