Do you think the Prophet would grieve? Do you think the Prophet would grieve?

That same young fellow l am, Who sold those sweet pickles and jam, That same young fellow l am, Who sold those sweet pickles and jam,

The true essence of those playful moments. The true essence of those playful moments.

April sun kisses her supple body A cluster of wee flowers drape her innocence April sun kisses her supple body A cluster of wee flowers drape her innocence

Have a happy Sunday Have a happy Sunday

Give me a way to prove To make our life a happy grove.. Give me a way to prove To make our life a happy grove..