Happy Day by Dee Hartmann
Oh, to be young and wear a tulle skirt with sneakers. A flower wreath in my hair, without a care. Swinging, laughing, being honest with my body and heart! Living my part. To feel so deeply that weeping and rejoicing are friends along with my dear, true friends, my really friends. The burst of spring, shedding of fall, winters rest and summers call, all in my eyes as I twirl my tulle skirt with hands to the sky.
Oh, to be young and wear a tulle skirt with sneakers. A flower wreath in my hair, without a care. Swinging, laughing, being honest with my body and heart! Living my part. To feel so deeply that weeping and rejoicing are friends along with my dear, true friends, my really friends. The burst of spring, shedding of fall, winters rest and summers call, all in my eyes as I twirl my tulle skirt with hands to the sky.