He was a man of simple taste,
Of bread and oats and tea.
He did his work and made no waste,
A simple man was he.
She was the stars, the moon, the sun.
And in the field they'd play.
He wasn't born such a simple man
Time made him that way.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
He was a man of simple taste,
Of bread and oats and tea.
He did his work and made no waste,
A simple man was he.
She was the stars, the moon, the sun.
And in the field they'd play.
He wasn't born such a simple man
Time made him that way.