She was a stunner Riding high and I got low Ranking others Couldn’t see what she was worth On the party Behind the sunrise in the meadow Month of July
I was a runner Running high without a stop Sticking to the Imaginable spire-spot On the party Behind the sunrise in the meadow Month of July
Come come We go up to church And ring the bell of happiness We go so far and we End up in richest poverty Go up to church And ring the bell of happiness And we’ll end up In richest poverty
