PICNICThe McGuire Sisters On a picnic morning without a warningI looked at you and somehow I knewOn a day for singing,My heart went wingingA picnic grove was our rendezvousYou and I in the sunshineWe strolled the fields amd farmsAt the last light of evening,I held you in my armsSo when days grow stormyAnd lonely for meI just recall picnic time and you.
