I had forgotten the sweet
burning wood
Made more by that time of year,
That quality of year.
Summer’s burning is not the same
And It felt so good to be home
I’d been a long time, gone
And it felt so good to be home.
I had forgotten the sweet
burning wood
Made more by that time of year,
That quality of year.
Summer’s burning is not the same
And It felt so good to be home
I’d been a long time, gone
And it felt so good to be home.