There will be blue skies as far as the eye can see
And maybe laundry drying on the lining
Dusty rays of old sunshine
And maybe lawn chairs on the lining
Windjimes singing on the porch
Maybe even sweet sea breezes
Trailing off the coast
There'll still be cars
So far away
They'll sound like wind inside the trees
Instead of a big mean Chevrolet
Oh, I'm gonna love you
For a long, long, long, long time
Oh, I'm gonna love you
For a long, long, long, long time
Oh, I'm gonna love you
I wear mountain ranges coat the skies with
Strange and lonely lullabies
And mason jars out on the porch
That little boys and little girls
There will be fireflies
There will be blue skies
There will be blue, blue, blue skies
Sleepy summertime that's rife with
Honeybees and dragonflies
Oh, I'm gonna love you
For a long, long, long, long time
Oh, I'm gonna love you
For a long, long, long, long time
Oh, I'm gonna love you
