Rose Elinor Dougall - May Holiday lyrics

Underneath the heat of the heavy grey sky I thought about last night I thought about last night Wind danced your hair over and away from your eyes We were all dressed to the nines We were all dressed to the nines And I wonder what we will make of these days of ours In the future, what we will make of these days of ours As we rode through the streets at dawn My hand was in yours My hand was in yours Wretched and misty Who knows where this leads? Where all of this may lead? And I wonder what we will make of these days of ours In the future, what we will make of these days of ours These days of ours These days of ours These days of ours These days of ours