Treasure Island

MacGregor Tagliaferro


This Daze


I love these days
The cool mornins
Just right evenins
New beginnins

New poems comin
Flowers buddin
Dogwoods bloomin
I love these days

I love this daze
My mind is in
When I'm writin
And wonderin

Imaginin
And creatin
Contemplatin
I love this daze

I love these days
Lightin flashin
Thunder boomin
The rain pourin

Days lingerin
And lengthenin
Time spent longin
I love these days

I love this daze
This day dreamin
Of her, wishin
For romancin

For belongin
For love lastin
Everlastin
I love this daze

Copyright 2011 Cowboy Coleridge All rights reserved

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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Lyrics for my Muse April 2011 Out West

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