Sarah Goslee Reed: Music

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White Picket Fences by Sarah Goslee Reed

Sitting on the corner where the dandelions have
Gone to seed and blown away
A little girl is weaving daisies into a chain,
While the sound of the marching band fades

Strapping on his holster, it’s the 4th of July,
With his hat and chaps of real suede.
His pony has two wheels, crepe paper wrapped ‘round the spokes,
Hopin’ for first place in the parade.

CHORUS:
Where are the white picket fences,
That took all summer to paint?
An American elm with a hammock,
And a stand selling 5-cent lemonade?

In black patent leather shoes and white cotton gloves
Mother and daughter’s elegant lunch
On the escalator to the twelfth floor and back
Home with a hat box, our laps full on the bus

Swingin’ on the front porch with their heads leanin’ back
There’s a full moon out there on the rise
Driftin’ to a rhythm only new love can hear
And if it’s cloudy there’s still stars in their eyes

CHORUS (2X):
Where are the white picket fences
That took all summer to paint?
An American elm with a hammock
And a stand selling 5-cent lemonade?