There’s a bright, golden haze on the meadow
There’s a bright, golden haze on the meadow
The corn (read mud) is as high as an elephant’s eye
And it looks like it’s climbing clear up to the sky
Oh, what a beautiful mornin’
Oh, what a beautiful day
I’ve got a beautiful feelin’
Everything’s goin’ my way…..
Everyone else was out in the field but Lambie ran back as I was shutting the gate and spent the morning following me around asking for treats as he was all on his own and he was lonely Lambie!
Well played, Lambie, well played.
Oh What a Beautiful Morning!