I slow for the Amish. They wave from within Their beards and bonnets, From within the black buggies Drawn by real horses, From within their very lives. When we’ve passed each other, I urge my hundreds up the hill.
Lyrhick #10
Lyrhick #10
Lyrhick #10
I slow for the Amish. They wave from within Their beards and bonnets, From within the black buggies Drawn by real horses, From within their very lives. When we’ve passed each other, I urge my hundreds up the hill.