Gregory Alan Isakov - Dandelion Wine

Summer days were just a magazine
A magazine, a magazine
Cutting grass for gasoline
For gasoline so I can see ya soon

Fall swooned
Left me drunk in a field
Dandelion wine for a year

And I packed up the dust
Of all that I owned
Handkerchief hung from a pole

I rolled out the day that the apples fell

Written by:
Gregory Alan Isakov

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