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Last of the Summer Whine

I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

Next Monday I start a new job which involves leaving the house earlier and will keep me busier so blogging may become lighter. And this week I really should be getting prepared rather than writing about Kennet Council...

Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohhh-oh summer wine

So don't panic if I don't post - there are an increasing number of good bloggers out there who write far better than me - the bastards...

When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime
And left me cravin´ for more summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

Comments

Leaving even earlier?
cripes your up at dawn as it is, what do you intend to do, leave half an hour before you go to bed?
(the old ones are the best)

Good luck with the new job, I'm still looking and at age 48 it's not easy - maybe I should just get a job at Circuit City flogging technotwaddle and appliances...

what a song.......
I am craving just for more summer whine...

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