If we were next door neighbors
I would ring the doorbell and ask
Your mother if you could come out
We'd turn cartwheels down the hill
And feast on the mullberriies
That grow across the street
At the end of the day we'd fall asleep
With grass-stained knees and dirty feet
I wish it was the summertime
With no place to go, except your house
I wish it was the summertime
With no job except a paper route
We could make daisy chains out of clovers
For the lack of daisys in my yard
We could dress up for high tea
Then dig through the trash at Sue's Auction Barn
I don't have to b...
