SUMMER IN A BOWL
Hetiang bawk hi inchhawp leh ang aw..zan a
rei a..lung a leng ve lek lek mai...
SUMMER IN A BOWL
A distant rumbling thunder
And the sound of your breathing,
Are all I could hear.
Asleep in my arms you lie,
In a small room near the market place,
A place where lovers hide.
As you lie here dreaming,
The smell of your hair,
‘Reminds me of us
Slipping away from a church,
On a warm summer afternoon;
The day we first kissed!’
‘Cause your hair today darling
Smells like summer in a bowl.
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