My dark haired love
She’ll be picking flowers for us
And take my hand
Through the pebbly paths of our childhood
Then we’ll drink few beers to freshen up
Under the shadow of an old mountain oak
Feasting and reveling with leaves and acorns
As we really never grew up.
Someday we’ll meet again
And may be happy somehow
(as we did long time ago)
So let’s start rejoicing right now.