Picnic

Picnic - Dorothy Collins

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

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