It was 1962, Wichita, Kansas. My Dad surveyed the front yard—a very big front yard, a grim look on his face. "Weeds," he pronounced sullenly, as if our front yard had become the equivalent of a ... [+]
Take me back please,
to that never rainy summer
where the sunlight was warmer.
Take me back please,
to that wonderful place
where there's always a smile on my face.
Take me back please,
to those happier days
where you were not so far away.
to that never rainy summer
where the sunlight was warmer.
Take me back please,
to that wonderful place
where there's always a smile on my face.
Take me back please,
to those happier days
where you were not so far away.