Love and blessings

Simple kindness

Fell like rain on thirsty land

Fields and gardens

Long abandoned

Came to life in dust and sand

Lover's lips sweet as honey

Touched as if old love was new

Banker's pockets overflowing with gold and money

Prophesies of wealth come true

Bop-bop-a-whoa

Ain't no song like an old song, charlie

Bop-bop-a-whoa

There ain't no song like an old song,

Bop-bop-a-whoa

There ain't no time like a good time charlie

Bop-bop-a-whoa

Ain't no times like the good times, charlie

Bop-bop-a-whoa

Whoa

Bop-bop-a-whoa

Bop-bop-a-whoa

Everywhere you look anywhere you go

Everybody working for the

Bop-bop-a-whoa

Bop-bop-a-whoa

Bop-bop-a-whoa

Can't get enough of the

Bop-bop-a-whoa

Bop-bop-a-whoa

Bop-bop-a-whoa

If the summer kept a secret

It was heaven's lack of rain

Golden days and amber sunsets

Let the scientists complain

Came the autumn, drained of color

Ghosts in the water beg for more

Maple trees just a little bit duller

Than the memory of the year before

In a word, or in an image

Something called me from my sleep

Love and blessings

Simple kindness

Ours to hold but not to keep