PICNIC

The McGuire Sisters



On a picnic morning without a warning

I looked at you and somehow I knew



On a day for singing,

My heart went winging

A picnic grove was our rendezvous



You and I in the sunshine

We strolled the fields amd farms

At the last light of evening,

I held you in my arms



So when days grow stormy

And lonely for me

I just recall picnic time and you.