Perhaps, we could go somewhere
Where the Black-eyed Susans grow
And watch the geese silently
We'll pack some food and wine
And if we become bored, some books
We will lay on the grassy ground
So tall we could disappear into
And sit quietly reading out our thought
On the lake
But clouds have become darkened
......
Perhaps, we could go somewhere
Where the Black-eyed Susans grow
And watch the geese silently
We'll pack some food and wine
And if we become bored, some books
We will lay on the grassy ground
So tall we could disappear into
And sit quietly reading out our thought
On the lake
But clouds have become darkened
......