Ocartiz James, Alexander Cuero
A, Am, B, Bm, C, D, E, Em, G
I'm dreaming of the summer skies, whispers of the sky like scattered souls strolling
by, the fields and streams and dandy lines, dancing in the air within a warmth that gets
me feeling high and longing for the winter days to end for somebody's calling me like an old friend
and if you like the sun the sand the sea why don't you take a trip and take a trip with me
and sing it.
Ba-da-ba-ba, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da-ba-ba, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba,
ba-da-ba-ba, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da-ba-ba, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba,
ba-da-ba-ba, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da-ba-ba.
Take a trip with me