On a hill in the middle of nowhere It's a lot like your home, you say Where the green grass grows a little higher In the bonfires on hot nights It's not like we did not share that. You said, "What you gonna do when everybody goes away? 'cause im so afraid of that"
When the war was at home I needed more I didn't know different before
In September, or early November It's so long ago But I still remember The way up was straight through Burrow deeper to the middle Take the sides out, I like how it's bright now It's beautiful that way
When the war came back home We needed more We didn't know different before
We'll line 'em up in little rows Plant our marigolds Dig 'em in and clean our hands And oh, they get tall, see them grow Swim the orange and yellow Send a picture to all our friends And then begin again