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 and farms
At the last light of evening
I held you in my arms

Now when days grow stormy
And lonely for me
I just recall picnic time and you

Now when days grow stormy
And lonely for me
I just recall picnic time and you

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Writer(s): GEORGE W DUNING