The sun comes up...
The birds start to sing...
It’s a beautiful morning...
I feel like a king...
And Sweet Baby Jane is my queen...
The crisp breeze is subtle...
The crackling brook runs away...
The green grass is moist...
......
The sun comes up...
The birds start to sing...
It’s a beautiful morning...
I feel like a king...
And Sweet Baby Jane is my queen...
The crisp breeze is subtle...
The crackling brook runs away...
The green grass is moist...
......