The chokecherries along our valley
It seems like my eyes never clear
Smiling and dreaming of wonderful things
Don’t worry what the neighbors might say
He never worried a minute at all
Good-by now to the traffic policeman and his whistle,
Did you receive my poem the other day?
O Her black hair long
That makes me feel so good.
I step very softly
The chokecherries along our valley
It seems like my eyes never clear
Smiling and dreaming of wonderful things
Don’t worry what the neighbors might say
He never worried a minute at all
Good-by now to the traffic policeman and his whistle,
Did you receive my poem the other day?
O Her black hair long
That makes me feel so good.
I step very softly