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Spent our summers swimming on clear lake

Just across the road from where the music died

Grandma gave us lessons on her old piano

& on an appaloosa named Ben we all learned to ride



Everything pales in comparison

To a full moon rising over an empty field

Clouds like mountains on the far horizon

Praying for good weather to bring in the yield



We had fence rows full of milkweed

Monarchs would stop on their way to Mexico

Mamma baked fresh bread, and we picked sweet corn

I had no idea that we might be considered poor



Everything pales in comparison

To a full moon rising over an empty field

Clouds like mountains on the far horizon

Praying for good weather to bring in the yield



The woman i am will always be

Tiding for that sunset in my mind

I’ll get there someday

It’s just a matter of time

If i knew then, what i know now

I would’ve held much tighter to the reins

I’m still holding on to where i’m from



Lilacs in our hair filled the church that may

When daddy gave sister away

A polka band in the school gymnasium

Dreaming when would it be my day



Everything pales in comparison

To riding a red horse under a harvest moon

Everyone tells you, but you never believe them

Til you realize you grew up too soon