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Hard to believe, the summer's goneThe fall will fade and it won't be long til the ides of MarchWe don't fight, but something's wrongThe city's alright but it's just not home for a lovely country girlShe's leavingThe hours in the evening without you seem like yearsThe apple's gone sour without you aroundWhy don't you come back, dear?She said come to the country, it's oh so greenThe fresh air strips you conscience cleanAnd there is no scene, just scenery (and you and me)The fields will flood, bring your boots in caseThe streets are mud, but they're always safeEven after dark, even in the ides of MarchThe cows look funny, but I hardly ever laugh without you hereThe apples are actually quite sweetBut not like you, dearWindow seat on a morning flightI'd like to meet you there tonightGot a table in a field for twoAnd a ring for you Aus Songtexte Mania