#2918-Special
A cool summer day,
As fog drifts over the fields,
Birds are nowhere to be seen,
The cowbells chime,
But they are far far away,
As I think back on the day,
Thirteen years ago,
When we first met.
A cool summer day,
As fog drifts over the fields,
Birds are nowhere to be seen,
The cowbells chime,
But they are far far away,
As I think back on the day,
Thirteen years ago,
When we first met.