Red as lips, this barn of yours
(Mine is old and hums with crickets)
It's said that gardens don't belong indoors
(My floor is made of berry thickets)
Out your window you see summer growing
(And mine's a seasonal exhibit)
Yes, I would think your barn is nice for owning
(While mine is nice to visit)
(Mine is old and hums with crickets)
It's said that gardens don't belong indoors
(My floor is made of berry thickets)
Out your window you see summer growing
(And mine's a seasonal exhibit)
Yes, I would think your barn is nice for owning
(While mine is nice to visit)