I know, I know its not Summer Winds or Summmertime but when the Muse come visiting I have to respond, even feebly!
Summer Winds
And the Golfin’ is breezy
Drives are pumpin’
And the rough is knee-high.
Ya think ya can pitch
But yer irons keep hookin’
A duff is no maybe
I hear you cry.
One of these mornings
Ya goin’ to rise up swinging
Open ya shoulders
And watch ya soarin’ drives fly
But until that mornin’
There’s a nothin’ to warn you
Yer mates in the foursome
Are just standin’ by
Summer Winds
And the Golfin’ is breezy
Drives are pumpin’
And the rough is knee-high.
And you think you are losing it Peter P.! Cheers Colin