#01073
The Old Picket Fence (Tim Brown)

Seems it took a century for me to grow up,
And leave that small village to drink from life's cup;
To seek fame and fortune out on the fast lane,
Oh, what I'd give to be back there again.

Just to hear the birds singing
on a warm summer's day,
And to savor the smell of the freshly mowed hay;
No sweeter music have I ever heard since,
When I dragged my stick along that old picket fence.

There was always a lesson from nature to learn,
No hatred or violence, no cause for concern;
Warm summer breezes and soft gentle rain,
Oh, what I'd give to be back there again.

Where the grass grew much greener,
the hills seemed so high,
The water tasted sweeter, more stars in the sky;
The world seemed much calmer
and life made more sense,
When I played a tune on that old picket fence.

With the white picket fences
and clear running brooks,
Flat-bottom dories, bamboo poles and hooks;
Oh, what I'd trade just to go back in time,
And leave all the stress of this city behind.

Back to the village I knew as a lad,
Back to the peace and contentment I had;
When I'm lost in the present how sweet to reflect,
On the music I played on the fence with my stick.

Where the grass grew much greener,
the hills looked so high,
The water much clearer, more stars in the sky;
The world was much calmer;
my life made more sense,
When I played a tune on that old picket fence.

####.... Tim Brown (The Old Picket Fence, Volume Two, trk#1, 1994, Wince Coles, Engineer and Producer) ....####

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