Her Hair Hangs Long - Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci

Well her hair hangs long

Lingers like a Summer’s day

Oh how lucky I am

And if we hit cloud nine

Who am I to undermine

Oh how happy I am

Seasons come and they may go

Promise me our love isn’t so

Well her lips taste sweet

Sweeter than a lullaby

Oh how happy I am

I can’t believe her eyes

Eyes when they look in mine

Oh how happy I am

You’re in the years my friend

Sit back and enjoy the sun

Oh how lucky I am

I think I’ll take it slow

Sit back and watch

Our love grow

Oh how happy I am

Seasons come and they may go

Promise me our love isn’t so

Seasons come and they may go

Promise me our love isn’t so