Ah, the apple trees,
Sunlit memories
Where the hammock swung.
On our backs we’d lie,
Looking at the sky
Till the stars were strung,
Only last July when the world was young.
Johnny Mercer, “When the World Was Young” (after Angele Vannier)
Archives for October 13, 2005
TT: Almanac
Ah, the apple trees,
Sunlit memories
Where the hammock swung.
On our backs we’d lie,
Looking at the sky
Till the stars were strung,
Only last July when the world was young.
Johnny Mercer, “When the World Was Young” (after Angele Vannier)