Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Jack Frost, isn't it something
Something to be seen ?
The long tall grass
Waving in August
Blessings in shades of green
Jack Frost, soft in the morning
Things aren't what they seem
A long time coming
A long time going
Blessings in shades of green
If I could fly
I'd never sail
I'd trap the moon
Above the water
In a pail
Jack Frost, where have you gone to
With your midnight dream ?
Didn't you promise
To turn me on to
Blessings in shades of green
If I could fly
I'd never, never sail
I'd trap the moon
Above the water
In a pail
Jack Frost, where have you gone to
With your midnight dream ?
Didn't you promise
To turn me on to
Blessings in shades of green