The lovely ladies,
are looking,
For four leaf clovers,
In the evening rain,

Their hair is damp,
And their dresses,
Are warm with love,

The lovely golden haired lady,
Sighs,
To her exotic,
brunnette,
Lover,
So many clovers,
I cant seem to find,
A four leaf one,

The exotic brunnette,
Sighs,
And embraces her,
Youre my four leaf clover,

The golden haired lady,
With tears,
And the evening rain,
Kissing,
down,
Her cheek,
Embraces,
The exotic brunnette,
And sighs,
Youre my four leaf clover
Reynaldo Casison