FLY AWAY YOU SWEET LITTLE THING THEY ARE HOT ON YOUR TAIL!
One morning, before the leaves began changing I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a pitcher;
This I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust . Autumn, then winter, rose up from the sea, and my Garden was a garden filled with unbroken snow.
FLY AWAY YOU SWEET LITTLE THING THEY ARE HOT ON YOUR TAIL!
One morning, before the leaves began changing I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a pitcher;
This I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust . Autumn, then winter, rose up from the sea, and my Garden was a garden filled with unbroken snow.
I would rather shake a baby to death than go to a metal gig at Jabez Clegg.
FLY AWAY YOU SWEET LITTLE THING THEY ARE HOT ON YOUR TAIL!
One morning, before the leaves began changing I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a pitcher;
This I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust . Autumn, then winter, rose up from the sea, and my Garden was a garden filled with unbroken snow.