In the year of the yellow cab In the shadow of the great world war The third kid grandmom had Came into this world On a rolling farm in maryland When wilson was the president And summer blew her good-bye through the trees
A child of changing times Growing up between the wars The fords rolled off the line And bars all closed their doors And I imagine you back then With snap brim hat and farmer’s tan Where horses drew their wagons through the fields
Chorus: Now the fields are all four lanes And the moon’s not just a name Are you more amazed at how things change Or how they stay the same And do you sit here on this porch and wonder How the time flies by Or does it seem to barely creep along With 75 septembers come and gone
Were the fields all gold and fawn Was the spring house dark and cool Did the rooster crow at dawn When they got you up for school And would you tell me once again The tales of grandad’s hired men And how they drove the old road to town
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