Purple Heron

I am sitting on my chair and the sun is shining down.
All around me it is quiet. Well, my wife has gone downtown.
I should brew a cuppa up, take my guitar and do some playing.
At least it’s something that I’ll never have to regret.
Man, wouldn’t it be phat? Gosh darn it! Where is my plec?

Music & Lyrics by Ortwin Wendt

Schreibe einen Kommentar