She thinks she’d like a bit of love
To go with her endeavor –
A modicum of passion and
A hint of some forever
And so she walks among the trees
As summer turns to fall;
And dreams about the little things
That rise above us all
She thinks she’d like a bit of love
To go with her endeavor –
A modicum of passion and
A hint of some forever
And so she walks among the trees
As summer turns to fall;
And dreams about the little things
That rise above us all