Wooden Chair
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When the sun sets, dusk has come
to the play ground of our school
And the pale moon sings a lullaby
to the world all a round
Under the old apple tree,
near the shore by the sea
lies a worn out wooden chair
dreaming of a lazy day.
Flowers bloom, trees are green
and the soft wind blows from the sea
They comport me everyday
so I day dream all day.
Under the old apple tree,
near the shore by the sea
lies a worn out wooden chair
dreaming of a lazy day.
Flowers bloom trees are green
and the soft wind blows from the sea
they comport me everyday
so I day dream all day.