Make Believe & Grandpa
Leaves are green and the grass, it is growing,
Flowers bloom and the wind, it is blowing.
Weave worlds of make believe,
Share castles in the air.
Leaves are gold and the grass, it is going
Flowers fade and the wind, it is blowing.
Breathe no sigh for the day that is parting,
Welcome spring and the year that is starting.
Leave worlds of make believe,
See to eternity.
Leaves are gold and the grass, it is going
Flowers fade and the wind, it is blowing.
