Frogs and pansies and
all you fancy this
fascination with
breakfast sandwiches
Gold and silver drip
from your fingertips
when I'm feeling sick
you're my medicine
Crimson clover sit
on your shoulder it
makes me wonder if
you remember this
song you used to
sing the blues to
harvest moon in your
gloomy mood and
I can't sleep at night
if you're not
next to me
so comfortably
dreaming away
Aaaa
Aaaa
Aaaa
Aaaa
Aaaa
Aaaa