Outside our little garden gate
Far over the hill and down
The bright road,
The long white road goes winding
Through the town
I often peep between the bars
When I am tired of play
I wish that I could follow it
Some happy summer day
The RoadOutside our little garden gate Far over the hill and down The bright road, The long white road goes winding Through the town I often peep between the bars When I am tired of play I wish that I could follow it Some happy summer day |