My dark haired love
She'll be picking flowers for us
And take my hand

Through the pebbly paths of our childhood
Then we'll drink few beers to freshen up
Under the shadow of an old mountain oak

Feasting and reveling with leaves and acorns
As we really never grew up.


Someday we'll meet again
(my life)
And may be happy somehow

(as we did long time ago)
So let's start rejoicing right now.