Brown County Fair

There is music on CDs

Magazines of all kinds

And computers and TVs

For amusing the mind

But in the late days of the summer

Nothing nearly compares

To just seeing each other

At the Brown County Fair

You can meet Lawrence Little

And taste his prize pickles, home grown

And hear Grace play the fiddle

Who's just seven years old

There are girls boys are teasing

In the carmeled apple air

Of the warm August evening

At the Brown County Fair

If the stock market fails you

Give the ring toss a try

And if loneliness ails you

Stick around for awhile

There's a band playing later

And you can dance in a square

Promenade and greet your neighbor

At the Brown County Fair

And if you're tired of walking

You can sit with your slush

And pass the time people watching

And you might fall in love

With the face of a stranger

The young and old strolling there

Across the unhurried acres

Of the Brown County Fair

There's a light inside of people

Sometimes seen in the eyes

And it hides like a recluse

In these complicated times

But some say that it shines out

A bit more easily there

And for just five bucks, you can find out

At the brown county fair

Some say that it shines out

A bit more frequently there

For just five bucks, you can find out

At the Brown County Fair