Lyrics

Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine
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…

Song details

Artist: Gregory Alan Isakov

Writer(s): Gregory Alan Isakov

Album: This Empty Northern Hemisphere

Release information: album: "This Empty Northern Hemisphere" (2009)