Daffodils

Strollin' past the Daffodils

I won't forget how it feels to be lost in the maze.

Laying on the sun-kissed patch

Of grass we found round the back

Of that palace garden place...

There wasn't a cloud in sight,

Nor people strolling by.

You held your hand in mine and I sighed,

For there was not much

To be found... in your eyes

Oh, of all the sights I've seen

Never knew it'd be you me and Buckley Bee

In the cool, warm shade.

And I should of kissed your face...

I should've explored all the places...

Ooo, oh my...

How you seem to make me shy...

Ooo, and every time you kiss me on the lips

I think of how I could get used to this

Used to your kisses....

So wakey, wakey, rise and shine... Ooo

So wakey, wakey, rise and shine,

T'was another lovely evening again last night

Honestly did I not oblige to your every whim

Seen as I was beholden?

Ooo, oh my...

How you seem to make me shy...

Ooo, and every time you kiss me on the lips

I think of how I could get used to this...