Beechwood Park by Beck
Do you remember summer days
Just after summer rain?
When all the air was damp and warm
And the green of country lanes
And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world, your summer world
We would count the evening stars
As the day grew dark in Beechwood Park
Do you remember golden days
And golden summer sun?
The sound of laughter in our ears
And the breeze as we would run
And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world, your summer world
We would count the evening stars
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