Dandelion Wine

The morning sun streams on my face,
And I know that I'm alive.
First days of summer are the best,
But they pass so quickly by.
At times I can see, I know they'll fade again,
The sky was so clear, and I remember when...
My brother and I picked the dandelions for the wine.
Do you remember the summer during the cold, hard winter?
The wine remembers everything I can't.
Picnics and ice cream, best friends and kick-the-can.
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Dandelion wine,
Dandelion wine,
Dandelion wine,
Dandelion wine.
The rituals of summer will never be forgotten:
Lemonade and iced tea, the front porch swing is creaking.
The gold flies, bees are buzzing 'round the yard,
And Grandma's family dinners will never be compared.
The summer rain's playing the roof like a grand piano,
My family's playing cards downstairs to pass the time.
The wine remembers the day I climbed that tree.
Those days were so sweet, but now they're gone, again.
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The crickets out my window are tuning up the orchestra.
I look back on days of fresh-mowed lawns and with firecrackers.
These magical times, I never will forget.
Because the wine from '28, I'll sip 'til '92.
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