Seven Flowers Testo

Sanding on the road that leads to the river,
Dandelion seeds float in the breeze,
My arms are pale, almost translucent,
You can see the veins, just like the leaves.

North country summer, has been on my mind,
It's been a long time since I saw the sunshine,
It's such a rare find.

Drifting on the banks, down to the beaches, Somebody has written names in the sand,
I've got a poem in my back pocket.
And nothing but, all this time on m hand.

North country summer, has been on my mind,
It's been a long time since I saw the sunshine,
It's such a rare find.