You make the costumes ? You dye the eggs Hang the decorations ? Bake the cake And in between ? you work for pay When you get tired of standing up sister
I remember the first time I held you close to me It was everything I dreamed Good love was sposed to be And the second and the third time And the fourth
inside And all he knew Was no matter how far he had to march He was comin home to her smile Oh, they are living proof At the deepest parts of the river The water
That was a magic year You caught your first touchdown We stood in the bleachers Laughing and crying Coach hadn?t played you He thought you weren?t trying
