The Days Of Sand And Shovels
When I noticed her the first time
I was outside running barefoot in the rain
She lived in the house next door
And her nose was pressed against the window pane
When she looked at me
She smiled and showed a place, where two teeth used to be
And I heard her, ask her mom
If she could come outside and play with me
We became as one and
Had a love without beginning or an end
And every day she lived with me
Was like a new day dawning once again
And I've loved her since
Every doll was Shirley Temple
Soda pop was still a nickel
Jam was on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips
After many years our love grew silent
And at night I heard her cry
When she left me in the fall
I knew, that it would be our last goodbye
I was man enough to give her everything
She needed for a while
But in searching for a perfect love
I found that I could not give her a child
And I've loved her since
Every doll was Shirley Temple
Soda pop was still a nickel
Jam was on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips
Now she lives a quiet life
And is the mother of a little girl
And every time I pass her house
My thoughts go back into another world.
I can see her little girl
Her nose is pressed against the window pane.
She thinks I'm a lonely man
Who wants to come inside out of the rain.
Autor(es): BUD RENEAU, DOYLE B. MARSH
