CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Afternoon on a Hill
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes
Watch the wind bow down the grass
And the grass rise
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town
I will mark which must be mine
And then start down
Under the sun
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes
Watch the wind bow down the grass
And the grass rise
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town
I will mark which must be mine
And then start down
