
From the moment when "colours of day dawn into the mind" , we're off through the park and letting the fruit grow.
Then it's over by the waterfall/ I'll come when I hear you call/ at your next convenient sunrise.
In the park it's time to ride on the roundabout and very soon the green blade rises, the greatest spring song of all.
Then we're looking forward to the carelessness of summer (it's a cheating game to play) and heralding summer's coming and the warm smile of the sun.
And all the while the mandolin hums and the guitars strum and pluck out melodies. The sound has never been bettered!
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