Tekstovi: Chris Rice. Nonny Nonny.

Summer warm and lazy
Lemon sun and hazy
Remember?
Popsicle red on my chin
Bikes and plastic army men
And no sign of September
Something in my seven years was telling me
To thank the Author of such a biography

Nonny Nonny O?delee
River washes over me
Up for air and carry me away
Nonny Nonny O?deligh
Run the earth and watch the sky
Playing hard and waiting for the Day

My adolescent 70?s
Reads just like the Pevensies
Adventures
?Cause every perfect now and then
I caught a glimpse of Aslan?s mane
And I longed for His treasure
Something in His mystery was drawing me
To love the Author of my own biography

Nonny Nonny O?delee
River washes over me
Up for air and carry me away
Nonny Nonny O?deligh
Run the earth and watch the sky
Playing hard and waiting for the Day

All grown up and living fine
Biographies all intertwined
With billions
And soon He turns the final page
We?ll look the Author in the face
Then the book really begins
?Cause something tells me all these years of memories
Are only the first sentence of eternity