Next to Millington
There's a haunted house
A mansion with a ghost named Klaus
In the graveyard
There's a homeless man
Mowing with a farmer's tan
On Saturday
We made a truce
Picking at the neighbor's spruce
Come Sunday mornin'
We love the Lord
Fighting in the pew
Oh, I always knew
Something 'bout the way
It moved
Summer of my youth
The summer I was nine
A river flows
Next to Angelo's
Just behind the empty school
Run away with me
No one will know
And in your field we'll build our summer home
The summer I was nine
The summer I was nine
John Michael Sellers - The Summer I Was Nine Lyrics
John Michael Sellers - The Summer I Was Nine Lyrics
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Next to Millington
There's a haunted house
A mansion with a ghost named Klaus
In the graveyard
There's a homeless man
Mowing with a farmer's tan
On Saturday
We made a truce
Picking at the neighbor's spruce
Come Sunday mornin'
We love the Lord
Fighting in the pew
Oh, I always knew
Something 'bout the way
It moved
Summer of my youth
The summer I was nine
A river flows
Next to Angelo's
Just behind the empty school
Run away with me
No one will know
And in your field we'll build our summer home
The summer I was nine
The summer I was nine
There's a haunted house
A mansion with a ghost named Klaus
In the graveyard
There's a homeless man
Mowing with a farmer's tan
On Saturday
We made a truce
Picking at the neighbor's spruce
Come Sunday mornin'
We love the Lord
Fighting in the pew
Oh, I always knew
Something 'bout the way
It moved
Summer of my youth
The summer I was nine
A river flows
Next to Angelo's
Just behind the empty school
Run away with me
No one will know
And in your field we'll build our summer home
The summer I was nine
The summer I was nine
Writer: John Sellers
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