White Lilacv6

Verse 1] The spring has gone, the vibrant summer fled, The autumn day awaits the winter snow. Though it's not warm, the sun has risen overhead, I hear the chimes of an old clock, soft and low. [Chorus] And I keep dreaming of the white lilac, The scent of grass feels native to my soul. I dream of summer and a day in July, And dream the sun is like a golden ball. [Verse 2] Again, the sleet is tapping at the glass, It is the first, it melts and won't return. The frosty winter still has far to pass, And to the white lilac is a long sojourn. [Chorus] And I keep dreaming of the white lilac, The scent of grass feels native to my soul. I dream of summer and a day in July, And dream the sun is like a golden ball. [Chorus] And I keep dreaming of the white lilac, The scent of grass feels native to my soul. I dream of summer and a day in July, And dream the sun is like a golden ball.