“The London trees are dusty-brown, Beneath the summer sky; My love, she dwells in London town, Nor leaves it in July.”

“The London trees are dusty-brown, Beneath the summer sky; My love, she dwells in London town, Nor leaves it in July.”

“The London trees are dusty-brown, Beneath the summer sky; My love, she dwells in London town, Nor leaves it in July.” Read More »