Hayward

On our map
This northern place
Long ryegrass
Where summer waits

All our days going
la, la, la, la, la, la
Your sunburned face
Tells me it loves me

Evening falls
On strange wild lakes
Blue stars rise
And constellate

La, la, la, la, la, la
Your sunburned face
Happy and lovely

August moon
In harvest phase
From our backs
Fall shadows



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Macdonnell Monger
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