Barefoot in the walk-around of your garden Shapes could stop the look-around of your love If not for the turn-around, I'd be down and bound Less lost in the move-about than a lovely town Ah Ah Which way to the corner store is it, darlin'? It's not too late to start a fight We could break it--we could shake it off Rekindled in a summer moon's delight Ah Ah Ah Ah Well, it's only fair Well, it's only fair You and I used to run You and I used to run You and I used to run You and I used to run But now those days are gone But now those days are gone They're gone Those days are gone Those days are gone Those days are gone Those days are gone