Fieldwork - First Things First

Little sunshine, little rain
Come springtime they'll be back again
Two moonbeams wrapped in cellophane
That light up the sky outside our window pane

Not an ordinary year
But we know what we're made of
And I'm glad that you are here
I'm glad you're here my love

Written by:
Rogier Voorvelt

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