In this world of many colours, all I ask is a bench in the park,
With a cat sunning itself on it,
I think I should sit there,
A short note pinned to my breast,
That's all I ask for and that's my future.
In this world of many colours, all I ask is a bench in the park,
With a cat sunning itself on it,
I think I should sit there,
A short note pinned to my breast,
That's all I ask for and that's my future.