歌詞

No track on the way home

Your mouth is almost dry

And you look for a piece in stones

I’ll make you laugh and cry

Halt hard the drifting wood

Must wait till we calm the tide

Can we love as far as we could

Assisted by the sacred guide

Spent our times so foolishly

I didn't even care how they simplified

I’ve never seen you so politely

What would your signs imply

When you come across the line

How I hardly know but why

She met me, my baby, away from home

Always smiling thanks to your supply

Now I feel the summer morning

Rolling, let our good times roll in July