Lyrics Gregory Alan Isakov

Gregory Alan Isakov

Dandelion Wine

Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine

A magazine….

Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline

So I can see ya soon…

Fall swooned

Left me drunk in a field

Dandelion wine for a year

And I packed up the dust

Of all that I owned

Handkerchief hung from a pole

I rolled out the day that the apples fell…