Lyrics Gregory Alan Isakov – Dandelion Wine
Text:
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…