We'll get married in september
In a small town by the sea
I'll be baking sugar roses
For my true love and me
Oh what a life
What a joy this would be
We'd be so right
Here at noon of a dream
And in winter
By the fire
We'll be laughing in the heat
I'll be baking rosy apples
For my true love and me
Oh what a life
What a joy this would be
We'd be so right
Here at noon of a dream
Here at noon of a dream
Of a dream