And once upon it,
the yellow bonnets,
garland all along.
And you were waking,
and day was breaking,
a panoply of song.
And summer comes to Springville Hills.

And once upon it,

the yellow bonnets,

garland all along.

And you were waking,

and day was breaking,

a panoply of song.

And summer comes to Springville Hills.

  1. bourgeoispastie reblogged this from alexweisler and added:
    listening to this album is like coming home to old friends.
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