I'm wishing that I could go back
to the good times I once knew.
Running away and playing all day
out in the blue
under the trees in a summer breeze
the sunlight shinig through
buttercup days in a tall grass
maze with you.
Tell me
baby
baby
tell me
what we've done
living from day to day
no longer having fun
what ever happened to the warm
warm sun.
We're out in the cold
cold growing so old
before our time has come.
Tell me
baby
baby
tell me...
Time after time my heart recalls
the things we used to do
picking the clover and running with rover
the whole day through
watching the evening sun go down
and waiting for a minute or two
and walking back home
in the dark and dusky blue.
