Up a path, it's through fields
It's so pretty, like a flower
The sun is thinning
We might be in for a heavy shower
Up the gate, we're in a field
We're having some bread
And meringues too
Suddenly I feel something on my head
Run and run to the the car
In we go Carol, you lier
We go home, we are cold
So dad lights a warm, safe fire.
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