there are echoes in the hedgerows
of the babbles in the brambles
sticky whispers in the thicket
where the goose grass tangles
as june's a spinning jenny
she's a loom of a loon
halfway up the greasy pole
- a strawberry moon
...
there are echoes in the hedgerows
of the babbles in the brambles
sticky whispers in the thicket
where the goose grass tangles
as june's a spinning jenny
she's a loom of a loon
halfway up the greasy pole
- a strawberry moon
...
