Friends
The English Countryside, 1768Over the hills I nervously walk,Stumbling over the stumps, andAround the curves,To find my loveSo that we can talk.I have a clueAs to the things she might say.She’ll be angry!She’ll be livid!You see, I was only supposed to beGone for a day.But time passes quicklyWhen you’re with your friends –Working hard,Having fun,You don’t really want i... »