Picnic

Picnic - Shelley Fabares

On a picnic morning without a warning

I looked at you and somehow I knew

On a day for singing

My heart went winging

A picnic grove was our rendezvous

You and I in the sunshine

We strolled the fields and farms

At the last light of evening

I held you in my arms

Now when days grow stormy

And lonely for me

I just recall picnic time with you

I held you in my arms

Now when days grow stormy

And lonely for me

I just recall picnic time with you

Picnic time with you

Picnic time with you

Picnic time with you