I wish you roses in the spring. Fledglings on the wing. Fireflies that sing your name. . I wish you flowers in the grass. Memories that last. Shelter from the passing rain.
The Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe. The Lone Ranger sold his bad dog. Well you saw him. And you can't hardly know. 'Cause times change. I know. . On some days he's more than humble.