SUNNY DAYS OF JUNE

Sitting on my terrace down there, On a Sunday afternoon I can see my tea’s waiting for me, I know it’s going cold soon But I recall all these tunes, life is sweet. There are some flowers by there, On a sunny day of june Remember when they put them in their hair On sunny days of june And I recall all these tunes, life is sweet. I’m not a stone more a crystal But that doesn’t mean I cannot roll And sometimes I get on my own Then I do my best not to lose all control. Tommy is a good friend of mine And he likes to talk to me He likes to tell me everything’s fine Then we’ll have a cup of tea We’ll beg for the new sixties, begging please! There are some flowers by there, On a sunny day of june Remember when they put them in their hair On sunny days of june And I recall all these tunes, life is sweet. I’m not a stone more a crystal But that doesn’t mean I cannot roll And sometimes I get on my own Then I do my best not to lose all control. I’m not a stone more a crystal But that doesn’t mean I cannot roll And sometimes I get on my own It’s so predictable that I lose all control.