The Milkman - Nits

Oli told me

When we walked down

He was the milkman

In his hometown

I wish that life was always simple

I wish that it would never rain

Every morning

Or should I say night

He delivered the bottles

Before the first light

He was the milkman

And she was the cook

It sounds like a story

From some old-fashioned book

I wish that life was always like that

Never a cloud above our head

They fell in love

As simple as that

He brought the milk

And she baked the bread