Strawbridge Lyrics

The sound of the morning dove

The scent of freshly mowed grass

The taste of lemonade in a glass

Spinning in a field

Losing our balance

As The Entertainer plays in the distance

The things I would do

To go back to a time

When the grass was greener

And blue was the sky

Hear my bicycle ring

And the tune that I sing

While you whisper sweet nothings

Picnic in the park

Seeing a shooting star

And catching a lightning bug

The things I would do

To go back to a time

When the grass was greener

And blue was the sky

Now that I'm grown-up

The child inside

Tries to hide

But is very much alive

Now it's time for sleep

I pray for sweet dreams

They resurrect my fading memories