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.