作曲 : Gregory Alan Isakov
Summer days were just a magazine, a magazing
a magazine...
Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
So I can see ya soon...
Fall swooned
Left me drunk in a field
Dandelion wine for a year
And I packed up the dust
Of all that I owned
Handkerchief hung from a pole
I rolled out the day that the apples fell...