

When I spent a day at Parlee Park, and woke up in a charming guesthouse in Shediac,
and all the times I sang Ain’t No Mountain High Enough on repeat with my windows down.

That afternoon I read my book on the beach with my back pressed against a washed up tree trunk,
When I spent a day at Parlee Park, and woke up in a charming guesthouse in Shediac,
That afternoon I read my book on the beach with my back pressed against a washed up tree trunk,
and all the times I sang Ain’t No Mountain High Enough on repeat with my windows down.

When I spent a day at Parlee Park, and woke up in a charming guesthouse in Shediac,

When I spent a day at Parlee Park, and woke up in a charming guesthouse in Shediac,
That afternoon I read my book on the beach with my back pressed against a washed up tree trunk,
and all the times I sang Ain’t No Mountain High Enough on repeat with my windows down.











