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(hey, hey, la-la-la) Bread is fresh on the counter tops
Flower petals in the morning drops
Wave a hand as we wander past Make this easy gold summer
last
And the road is wide and the air is sweet Can you
feel the pattern beneath our feet? (mmmmm-hmm)
Spin around, let the music play
We are here for the market day
Sing it loud, let the colors shine
Hand in hand down the dusty line
(la, la, la-la-la)
Wooden crates full of plums and pears
Voices rising up the chapel stairs
Stop a while just to hear the tune Underneath the high afternoon
And the road is wide and the air is sweet Can you
feel the pattern beneath our feet? (mmmmm-hmm)
Spin around, let the music play
We are here for the market day
Sing it loud, let the colors shine
Hand in hand down the dusty line
(la, la, la-la-la)
Oh, the market day (la-la-la-la)