Sitting on my terrace down there,
On a Sunday afternoon
I can see my tea’s waiting for me,
I know it’s going cold soon
But I recall all these tunes, life is sweet.
There are some flowers by there,
On a sunny day of june
Remember when they put them in their hair
On sunny days of june
And I recall all these tunes, life is sweet.
I’m not a stone more a crystal
But that doesn’t mean I cannot roll
And sometimes I get on my own
Then I do my best not to lose all control.
Tommy is a good friend of mine
And he likes to talk to me
He likes to tell me everything’s fine
Then we’ll have a cup of tea
We’ll beg for the new sixties, begging please!
There are some flowers by there,
On a sunny day of june
Remember when they put them in their hair
On sunny days of june
And I recall all these tunes, life is sweet.
I’m not a stone more a crystal
But that doesn’t mean I cannot roll
And sometimes I get on my own
Then I do my best not to lose all control.
I’m not a stone more a crystal
But that doesn’t mean I cannot roll
And sometimes I get on my own
It’s so predictable that I lose all control.