WHEN THE SUN SHINES ON THE MOUNTAINS. AND THE NIGHT IS ON THE RUN. IT'S A NEW DAY. IT'S A NEW WAY. AND I FLY UP TO THE SUN I CAN FEEL THE MORNING SUNLIGHT. I CAN SMELL THE NEW MOWN HAY. I CAN
. Towards the dreams. You've left so very far behind. Let me wake up in the morning. To the smell of new mown hay. To laugh and cry, to live and die. In the brightness of my day. I want to hear the pealing
. . Just let me wake up in the morning. To the smell of new mown hay. To laugh and cry, to live and die. In the brightness of my day. . I want to hear the pealing bells. Of distant churches sing. But
it's funny bone,. that's where they expect it least". And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner,. watching the young girls dance. And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his
When the fat old sun in the sky is falling. Summer evening burns out cold. Summer Sunday at mid-year. Sound of music in my ears. Distant bells. New mown grass smells so sweet. By a river
its funny bone, that's where they expect it least". And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance. And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his
the morning. To the smell of new mown hay. To laugh and cry, to live and die. In the brightness of my day I want to hear the pealing bells. Of distant churches sing. But most of all please free me
its funny bone, that's where they expect it least". And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance. And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his