Laying in fields of daises, the afternoon sun kisses our eyes.
As the day fades gently, we hear the birds song of plenty.
Freckled skin, hand in hand, daisy chains and waning light lands.
Wild daises picked in Bray on a warm summers evening.
Laying in fields of daises, the afternoon sun kisses our eyes.
As the day fades gently, we hear the birds song of plenty.
Freckled skin, hand in hand, daisy chains and waning light lands.
Wild daises picked in Bray on a warm summers evening.