clique para tocar Fechar
Gregory Alan Isakov
dandelion wine
Summer days were just a magazine, a magazinea magazine
cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
so I can see ya soon
fall swooned
left me drunk in a field
dandelion wine for a year
and I packed up the dust
of all that I owned
handkerchief hung from a pole
I rolled out the day that the apples fell