Oh, I'll take anything
That fresh she has to give
Straight into my hands
Right in those yellow fields
Where summertime is taken
By such small hands,
Well, it's such a funny day
It's such a funny day
Your smile's in my head
And that's all right
When in the bluest sky
If I look up I see no sign of echo
When if there's sadness
And they want quick smile
It's not there tomorrow
Tomorrow