I for one am still young
There is no lake that holds me
Nor trees I wish to chop
It comes to a stop
The tune changes
Into June rhythms
The sun fades as the light brightens
So we remember a shade of Orange
A magnetic field of action
Even new radio towers
And communications.
There is no lake that holds me
Nor trees I wish to chop
It comes to a stop
The tune changes
Into June rhythms
The sun fades as the light brightens
So we remember a shade of Orange
A magnetic field of action
Even new radio towers
And communications.