July sun shining down on Tinker Bell
And Peter Pan in an open field
We would run always hiding from Captain Hook
And pinky-swear we’d never grow up
Walk the plank to the end
Count to three, then we’d jump into
Wildflowers
Sweet as a memory on the vine
Honeysuckle innocence
Lookin’ back oh, how I miss those
Wildflowers
There it was
It was love just the two of us
There in a midnight rush
A spotlight moon
Played a lullaby that we danced to
Yeah, our favorite tune
Bluest eyes leanin’ in
For a kiss right there in the middle of
Wildflowers
Sweet as a memory on the vine
Honeysuckle innocence
Temptation on my lips like
Wildflowers
We get older, we get wiser
Pictures fade and seasons change
It gets easy forgetting moments
But somehow I still remember
Those Wildflowers
Ooo, Yeah
Wildflowers
Sweet as a memory on the vine, yeah
Honeysuckle innocence
Lookin’ back oh, how I miss those
Wildflowers
Those Wildflowers
Monday, May 3, 2010
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