Suppertime soon
This hill will still be here in June
She starts to walk away
When Trifolium pleads its case
Say, take me anywhere
If you need a friend who couldn't care less
About how much you hate to dress
In the pastels of the season
Dorothy needs a reason to smile
All the while she'll tape him
To the top of her vanity
Next to the list of profanities
She's heard her uncle scream
Seems that Kansas ain't the canvas
He seemed to believe that she might paint upon
Until that fateful afternoon she was gone
With a note that said so long
I've gone and wished for a world
Where a girl can hug a girl
For longer than a
Moment or two
Adieu, I bid this
Godforsaken view
Well darling clover season's overrated
Now and again
She'll think back on April 10
And say "My oh my, what a waste of a wish
The condition could never be met
In a world that's just not ready yet."
Darling clover season's overrated
And clover season's over before it's begun