Picking berries by the road;
Riding on a haycart’s load!
[Together.]
Oh, the pleasures that we bring ...
August.
Sitting idly in a swing,
Just not doing anything!
[Together.]
But, alas! our song must close.
Summer passes with the rose!
Picking berries by the road;
Riding on a haycart’s load!
[Together.]
Oh, the pleasures that we bring ...
August.
Sitting idly in a swing,
Just not doing anything!
[Together.]
But, alas! our song must close.
Summer passes with the rose!