The wind blows the hair from your face
while you're waiting
by the porch on this July, sunny day
I see from the look in your eyes that you're worried,
will he come today

You won't be here tomorrow morning, but you said that yesterday as well,
I bet I`ll see you here all summer,
waiting for the one who went away

The blueberry-dress is the one you`ll be wearing,
cause that's the one, that he said he liked.
And maybe tomorrow he'll be returning, and all will be allright

No har eg fått ein meil, takk til Ida, og fått ordna teksten og akkordar, so no skal eg øva på den songen eg har hatt på hjernen omlag to veker i strekk.

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