It's A Fine Day

Owain Anthony Barton

It's a fine day
People open windows
They leave their houses
Just for a short while

They walk by the grass
And they look at the grass
They look at the sky

It's going to be a fine night tonight
It's going to be a fine day tomorrow

La-la-la-la-la, dee-da-da-dee
La-la-la-la-la, la-da-da-da
La-la-la-la-la, dee-da-da-dee
La-la-la-la-la, la-da-da-da

It's a fine day
People open windows
They leave their houses
Just for a short while

La-la-la-la-la, dee-da-da-dee
La-la-la-la-la, la-da-da-da
La-la-la-la-la, dee-da-da-dee
La-la-la-la-la, la-da-da-da

It's going to be a fine night tonight
It's going to be a fine day tomorrow

Sitting in this field
I remember how we were going to
Sit in this field
But never quite did

Miss Jane