Letras
When I was five my folks bought a farmhouse
And we moved in before the first snow
Held by the hopes of a new-forming family
Divided by fields from a world gone out of control
With my pail and shovel I'd go to the hillsides
And dig out a hole in the cold yellow clay
I never did know that those moments where treasures
I was looking for something that was hidden away
Shay-la-la and the whole world was mine
Learned to tie shoes and how to tell time
Wild-flower fields and my eyes filled with wonder
Shay-la-la-li-lay they were wondrous days
Games with Lonnie fired our imagination
She told us stories and sang us songs
There I met Susanne down by the river
And stayed there to dream of the places beyond
On the hard wood floors hypnotized by the records
And the big old Gibson that my dad used to play
Watching the dust float like angels in the sunset
Dizzy and drowsy from the games of the day
Those were the days I grew as a dreamer
There I learned to question it all
Take time to lie in a warm sunny hayloft
As this life full of wonder goes on and on