Nostalgia
It's Saturday afternoon, I sat on a wooden chair
As I look up, emerald leaves waltz through the air
A gentle wind touches my hair
I saw two birds fly, I can tell, they are a lovely pair
A cup of tea and a piece of cake
While overseeing a glimmering lake
Can hardly believe if...
As I look up, emerald leaves waltz through the air
A gentle wind touches my hair
I saw two birds fly, I can tell, they are a lovely pair
A cup of tea and a piece of cake
While overseeing a glimmering lake
Can hardly believe if...