It's a Blue Hill Day
It's a Blue Hill Day, 'cause that's the way
They make 'em where I come from
I can feel the breeze touch my memories;
Blue Hill is sweet to live on
The warmest sun, the coolest breeze,
The bluest sky, the greenest trees;
If Blue Hill days are getting rare,
I'm glad I spent my childhood there
Blue Hill days will let you run and play, and never get too hot;
Blue Hill days will let you swim and sun and keep you warm and
Not too many of us thought about the problems of the world,
We'd rather count the butterflies and watch the leaves uncurl
On a walk to Grandma's house
A dandelion in my blouse
I can feel the breeze touch my memories;
Blue Hill is sweet to live on
A Blue Hill Day
The warmest sun, the coolest breeze,
The bluest sky, the greenest trees;
If Blue Hill days are getting rare,
I'm glad I spent my childhood there
Blue Hill days will let you run and play, and never get too hot;
Blue Hill days will let you swim and sun and keep you warm and
Not too many of us thought about the problems of the world,
We'd rather count the butterflies and watch the leaves uncurl
On a walk to Grandma's house
A dandelion in my blouse
Writer/s: CHRISTOPHER DEDRICK
