Oli told me
When we walked down
He was the milkman
In his hometown
I wish that life was always simple
I wish that it would never rain
Every morning
Or should I say night
He delivered the bottles
Before the first light
He was the milkman
And she was the cook
It sounds like a story
From some old-fashioned book
I wish that life was always like that
Never a cloud above our head
They fell in love
As simple as that
He brought the milk
And she baked the bread
Writer(s): Robert Stips, R. Kloet, Hendrik Hofstede
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