Gregory Alan Isakov - Dandelion Wine текст песни

Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine
A magazine…
Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
So i can see ya soon…
Fall swooned
Left me drunk in a field
Dandelion wine for a year
And i packed up the dust
Of all that i owned
Handkerchief hung from a pole
I rolled out the day that the apples fell…