Look at the ivy on the cold clinging wall
Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall
It's not a matter of when push comes to shove
It's just and hour on the wings of a dove.
I dig it when your fancy dressed up in lace
I dig it when you have a smile on your gave
This inspirations got to be on the flow
This invitations got to see it and know.
It's just warm love
And it's everpresent everywhere
That warm love
To the country in going
Lay and laugh in the sun
You can bring, bring your guitar along
We'll sing some songs, we'll have some fun
The sky is crying and it's time to go home
And we shall hurry to the car from the foam
Sit by the fire and dry our wet clothes
It's raining outside from the skies up above.
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