Ring Down

Hop, skip, jump over rocks and logs in my yellow field;
 Trees to the left and the gate to the right.
 Racing, leap-frogging in my yellow field;
 It sat behind my old home.
 I was a littler girl there. I learned to shoot
 Bow and arrow into haystacks out back in m'field.
 The sky, the sky was clear and the birds flew over without a fear.
 The sky, the sky was clear and the birds flew over without a fear.
 The day I turned 16, I met him there.
 His family moved in across the dirt, dirt road from my old home.
 I said "hello" with an apple pie in hand
 My mom and I had made that very great morning.
 And from that day on, we shot bow & arrow
 Out back in my yard and we hit haystacks.
 I could hear his heart from miles away, from miles away.
 I could hear his heart from miles away, from miles away.
 The day I turned 18, I woke to a
 Chill in my fingers and my toes it was dark out.
 I crept downstairs to my front window pane.
 Peered out across the dirt, dirt road from my old home.
 From that day on, I listened for his laugh
 Creeping out from the trees to the left of my old home.
 To this very day, I listen for his laugh
 Creeping out from the trees to the left of my old home.
 I can hear his voice ring down to me, ring down to me.
 I can hear his voice ring down to me, ring down to me.
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