| Do you remember picking flowers |
| in the garden near the shallow |
| river bank |
| we were playing hide and seek |
| and we were running through a field |
| of golden sand |
| and birds were speaking dearly |
| we felt like kings one summer day |
| fought the crown and pulled away |
| all our troubles for a day |
| We were coming |
| we were going |
| between those lines we had some time |
| I still think of flipping stones |
| along the river side in two tone |
| blue and green |
| we were swimming for an hour |
| and the water smelled like flowers |
| pure and clean |
| And birds were speaking dearlyDo you remember picking flowers |
| in the garden near the shallow |
| river bank |
| we were playing hide and seek |
| and we were running through a field |
| of golden sand |
| and birds were speaking dearly |
| we felt like kings one summer day |
| fought the crown and pulled away |
| all our troubles for a day |
| We were coming |
| we were going |
| between those lines we had some time |
| I still think of flipping stones |
| along the river side in two tone |
| blue and green |
| we were swimming for an hour |
| and the water smelled like flowers |
| pure and clean |
| And birds were speaking dearly |