If you wish to romanticize the woman I became
Then, say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress
Staring at the sunset
Or you could begin at the beginning
And in that case
Please picture me in the trees
I hit my peak at seven
Feet in the swing over the creek
I was too scared to jump in
But I was high in the sky
With Pennsylvania under me
Are there still beautiful things?
Sweet tea in the summer
Cross your heart, won't tell no othеr
And though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you
Your braids makе a pattern
Love you to the Moon and to Saturn
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long