That May morning, very early
As I walked the city street
Not a single store was open
Any customer to greet

That May morning, it was early
As I walked the avenue
I could stop and stare in window shop
And hear the pigeons coo

Early, early that May morning
I could skip and jump and run
And make shadows on the sidewalk
Not disturbing anyone

All the windows, all the lampposts
Every leaf on every tree
That was growing through the sidewalk
Seemed to be there just for me