There was a time I was so lonely.
Remember the time, it was on Friday.
You made me feel fine, we did it my way.
I sat on your knees every Friday.
We walked in fields of golden hay.
I still recall you.
We walked in fields of golden hay.
I see you in the summer.
Joe. Joe.
I sat on your chair by the fire.
Transfixed in a stare, taking me higher.
Precious years to remember.
Childhood fears, I surrender.
We walked in fields of golden hay.
I still recall you.
We walked in fields of golden hay.
I see you in the summer.
Joe. Joe.