(H. Schmidt & T. Jones). . I'd like to swim. In a clear blue stream. Where the water is icy cold. Then go to town. In a golden gown. And have my fortune told. Just once, just once. Just
(H. Schmidt & T. Jones). . Hear how the wind begins to whisper. See how the leaves go streaming by. Smell how the velvet rain is falling. Out where the fields are warm and dry. Now is the time