Clover
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind I'd say I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind I'd say I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Sunshine,
Change my eye,
The pale blue skies,
Drifts off into the night,
Sunscreen smiles,
White as pearl,
Those soft real curves,
In those locks I couldn't hide,
The pain it blows over,
If you kiss me right,
If you might decide,
Watches me as I grow older, older
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind I'd say I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Some pick up memories
Taste turn to tears
They're fading to years
And I'm left with envy
Should I keep on counting
Should I let it flow
Watch the old tree grow
As the leaves keep on falling, falling
I spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Ooo
Time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up
Since the days,
I spent my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Say they're over
Say they're over
Say they're over
Say they're over
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind I'd say I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind I'd say I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Sunshine,
Change my eye,
The pale blue skies,
Drifts off into the night,
Sunscreen smiles,
White as pearl,
Those soft real curves,
In those locks I couldn't hide,
The pain it blows over,
If you kiss me right,
If you might decide,
Watches me as I grow older, older
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind I'd say I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Some pick up memories
Taste turn to tears
They're fading to years
And I'm left with envy
Should I keep on counting
Should I let it flow
Watch the old tree grow
As the leaves keep on falling, falling
I spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Ooo
Time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up
Since the days,
I spent my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say they're over
Say they're over
Say they're over
Say they're over
Say they're over
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas English, Christopher James Brent, Olivier James Corpe, Samuel Casey Rooney
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