But they ain't got what we got No sir'ree They've got private lawns and public parks They've got private lawns and public parks They've got private lawns
in a ranch house on a hill She could see the valley barbecues From her window sill See the blue pools in the squinting sun Hear the hissing of summer lawns
caresses Aside from having thrown a joke on you and me Can you follow me? I cannot understand the way I feel Until I rest on lawns of dawns Can you follow
Out on some borderline Some mark of in between I lay down golden in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these
And no this is not the summer dream I said It's just the drying of the lawns that want to leave us here Oh it's the drying of the lawns that want to
stopped at 9:30 and now it's midnight Stranded all alone at concord bart It's been a long time since I was this scared of the dark... concrete lawns
Translation: Crimpshrine. Concrete Lawns.
Translation: Mitchell, Joni. The Hissing Of Summer Lawns.
Translation: Nico. Lawns Of Dawns.
Translation: Suburban Lawns. Gidget Goes To Hell.
But they ain't got what we got No sir?ree They?ve got private lawns and public parks They?ve got private lawns and public parks They?ve got private lawns