The many roads I've covered, the many trails I've burned,. But when our paths did cross, love, whew! My whole world made a turn.. . And we've got time to kill, what a thrill, June and July..
The many roads I've covered, the many trails I've burned,. But when our paths did cross, love, whew! My whole world made a turn.. . And we've got time to kill, what a thrill, June and July..
I was thinkin' out loud. Talking to myself. I was up on a cloud. There was nobody else. No, no I did not call. I never was allowed. To speak up at all.
The ladies would put the baskets on the table. And the men would sit beneath a shady tree. The children would listen to a fable. While something else came through to me.
Now when the rumor comes to your town. It grows, it grows, where it started no one knows. Some of your neighbors will invite it right in. Maybe it's a lie, even if it's a sin, they'll repeat the rumor again.
Julie and little John Tyler lived in the house next door. We would be the great triangle and to this we swore. Julie was my sweetheart, little John was my cohort.