A Cup Of Tea
A bouquet of roses
On a white lace
A touch of beauty
For a face to face
it is early evening
in the month of May
the lovers are alone
A few cup of tea away
So rare, so yellow
sits on the sill
in the sun
sight-seeing from my window
no shades, no sombrero
radiant and beautiful
in her sea-through petals
and her green bough
Today is but the last day of Spring Tomorrow is the longest day of the year I'll have plenty of time to write I'll do my agenda tonight In the moonlight I'll get up with the sun
In the sunlight
I'll let the sunshine in I'll walk right in too Right in-to Summer
Summer
Of the fabulous four Summer is my favorite Tomorrow is the title of the tune Tomorrow is the twenty-first of June I believe in tomorrow Today is but the last day of Spring But tomorrow I will sing