Springtime, the gentle chiming of the cicadas
And as night begins to fall
A scent of jasmine heavy in the air
And I can see Uncle George
Sitting by the swimming pool in his favourite frock
Waiting for the Zeppelins to arrive
Springtime, the gentle chiming of the cicadas
And as night begins to fall
A scent of jasmine heavy in the air
And I can see Uncle George
Sitting by the swimming pool in his favourite frock
Waiting for the Zeppelins to arrive
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