How I long to smell the fresh air.
How I long to see the bees working hard.
How I long to taste the sweet ice-blocks.
How I long to see the lush green gas of the fields waving at me.
Ho summer why can’t you come sooner.
How I long to smell the fresh air.
How I long to see the bees working hard.
How I long to taste the sweet ice-blocks.
How I long to see the lush green gas of the fields waving at me.
Ho summer why can’t you come sooner.