Bernoulli Pants

Call Me Old Fashioned

the birds are out in the wildflower spring



sunshine dances and the waters are sleeping



oh i kissed you in the glade of a mid summer's shade



'twas there that i knew exactly how i felt



so I took you by the hand and said may I be your man?



Way up In the creek the salmon swim upstream



moss she covers the north sides of tree



lay out the the wine and have a drink with me



the moon it is out



the snow is finally melting



springtime is here and a new love can begin