Diamond-Leitch Outside our little garden gate, far over hill and down The bright road, the long white road goes winding through the town. I often peep between the bars when I am tired of play I wish that I could follow it some happy summer day. ... pass beneath the trees ...
Diamond-Leitch Outside our little garden gate, far over hill and down The bright road, the long white road goes winding through the town. I often peep between the bars when I am tired of play I wish that I could follow it some happy summer day. ... pass beneath the trees ...