Waiting for My Friend

I’m waiting for my friend
Soon he’ll be
Coming down the hill
Not much matters to me
When we sit
With the snacks and tea
And I think he likes
To look in my eyes
Fluttering
To my surprise
I’m waiting for my friend
There he is
Coming down the hill
Not much matters to me
When he laughs
And tries to hold my feet
And when he looks
Into my eyes
I look back
To my surprise