The mist's hangin' over the meadow
As we trot through the morning dew
Spring calves are bawlin'
As they cry to their mommas
It rings back to me and to you
Like the green of the cool season grasses
yucca…Read more
As we trot through the morning dew
Spring calves are bawlin'
As they cry to their mommas
It rings back to me and to you
Like the green of the cool season grasses
yucca…Read more