On a picnic morning, without a warning, I looked at you and somehow I knew. On a day for singing, my heart went winging. A picnic grove was our rendezvous. You and I in the sunshine, we strolled the fields and farms. At the last light of evening, I held you in my arms. Now when days grow stormy and lonely for me, I just recall picnic time with you. You and I in the sunshine, we strolled the fields and farms. At the last light of evening, I held you in my arms. Now when days grow stormy and lonely for me, I just recall picnic time with you.
