Outside our little garden gate Far over the hill and down The bright road, The long white road goes winding Through the town. I often peep between the bars When I am tired of play. I wish that I could follow it Some happy summer day
Outside our little garden gate Far over the hill and down The bright road, The long white road goes winding Through the town. I often peep between the bars When I am tired of play. I wish that I could follow it Some happy summer day