Matrice du 45 tours Stone-Hearted Mama / Summertime / Circus Mind.

Paroles

Bluebirds and blackbirds are gathered in my hair
All my tomorrows I think they have been rare
Summer’s coming through, there’s no hay upon the field
Soon I’ll be with you and we’ll know how it feels

Summer time

Bleaches and sad flags upon a field of green
Slow [???] and raw [???] like you ain’t never seen
Summer’s coming through, there’s no hay upon the field
[???] and our times and some are there to kill

Summer time

Count the bluebirds in the sky, but don’t cut too soon
Count the bluebirds with your eye

White hearts and light hearts and some that faded view
Switch with the seasons to feelings that I knew
Summer’s coming through, there’s no hay upon the field
I’ll soon be with you and we’ll know how it feels

Summer time

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