She was a stunner

Riding high and I got low

Rank and others

Couldn't see what she was worth

On the party

Behind the sunrise in the meadow

Month of july

I was a runner

Running high without a stop

Sticking to the

Imaginable spire-spot

On the party

Behind the sunrise in the meadow

Month of july

Come come

We go up to church

And ring the bell of happiness

We go so far and we

End up in richest poverty

Go up to church

And ring the bell of happiness

And we'll end up

In richest poverty