Dandelion Wine

Summer days were just a magazine
A magazine
A magazine

Cutting grass for gasoline
For gasoline
So I can see you 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



Credits
Writer(s): Ron Sexsmith
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