Poppies Lyrics

It's the poppies in the summertime,

Warm wind blowing through his hair,

In a poem or a lullaby,

It's the magic in the air

It's the poppies in the summertime, California's orange tinge,

It's a song and when I close my eyes,

I am there with him

It's the poppies in the summertime that in the night begin to close

I can see them for a million miles

It's the sweeter parts that I choose to know

It's the sweeter parts that I choose to know

It's the poppies in the summertime

It's the poppies in the summertime

It's the poppies in the summertime

that I choose to know

It's the sweeter parts that I choose to know

It's the sweeter parts that I choose to know