we'll get married in september
in a small town by the sea
I’ll be baking sugar roses
for my true love and me
oh what a life
what a joy this would be
we'd be so right
here at noon of a dream
and in winter
by the fire
we'd be laughing in the heat
I'll be baking rosy apples
for my true love and me
oh what a life
what a joy this would be
we'd be so right
here at noon of a dream
here at noon of a dream
of a dream