Ring Down

Hop, skip, jump over rocks and logs in my yellow field;

Trees to the left and the gate to the right.

Racing, leap-frogging in my yellow field;

It sat behind my old home.

I was a littler girl there. I learned to shoot

Bow and arrow into haystacks out back in m'field.

The sky, the sky was clear and the birds flew over without a fear.

The sky, the sky was clear and the birds flew over without a fear.

The day I turned 16, I met him there.

His family moved in across the dirt, dirt road from my old home.

I said “hello” with an apple pie in hand

My mom and I had made that very great morning.

And from that day on, we shot bow & arrow

Out back in my yard and we hit haystacks.

I could hear his heart from miles away, from miles away.

I could hear his heart from miles away, from miles away.

The day I turned 18, I woke to a

Chill in my fingers and my toes it was dark out.

I crept downstairs to my front window pane.

Peered out across the dirt, dirt road from my old home.

From that day on, I listened for his laugh

Creeping out from the trees to the left of my old home.

To this very day, I listen for his laugh

Creeping out from the trees to the left of my old home.

I can hear his voice ring down to me, ring down to me.

I can hear his voice ring down to me, ring down to me.