Hop, skip, jump over rocks and logs in my yellow field;
Trees to the left and the gate to the right
Racing, leap-frogging in my yellow field;
It sat behind my old home
I was a littler girl there. I learned to shoot
Bow and arrow into haystacks out back in m'field
The sky, the sky was clear and the birds flew over without a fear
The sky, the sky was clear and the birds flew over without a fear
The day I turned 16, I met him there
His family moved in across the dirt, dirt road from my old home
I said “hello” with an apple pie in hand
My mom and I had made that very great morning
And from that day on, we shot bow & arrow
Out back in my yard and we hit haystacks
I could hear his heart from miles away, from miles away
I could hear his heart from miles away, from miles away
The day I turned 18, I woke to a
Chill in my fingers and my toes it was dark out
I crept downstairs to my front window pane
Peered out across the dirt, dirt road from my old home
From that day on, I listened for his laugh
Creeping out from the trees to the left of my old home
To this very day, I listen for his laugh
Creeping out from the trees to the left of my old home
I can hear his voice ring down to me, ring down to me
I can hear his voice ring down to me, ring down to me
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