In just my time, you rang the bell,
The air of Spring in Autumn dwells
Where the world is seen in no hard way.
My eyes look bright, my father tells,
Of feelings felt and once were quelled
On this bench; you sit and understand
I feel one day we’ll make smooth jazz.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
In just my time, you rang the bell,
The air of Spring in Autumn dwells
Where the world is seen in no hard way.
My eyes look bright, my father tells,
Of feelings felt and once were quelled
On this bench; you sit and understand
I feel one day we’ll make smooth jazz.