Days of Sand and Shovels

(Bud Reneau - Doyle Marsh)



When I noticed her the first time I was outside barefoot in the rain

She lived in the house next door her nose was pressed against a window pane

When I looked at her she smiled and showed a place where two teeth used to be

And I heard her ask her mom if she could come outside and play with me.



Soon the days of sand and shovels gave way to the mysteries of life

Then I noticed she was changing and I looked at her through different eyes

We became as one and knew a love without beginning or an end

And everyday I lived with her was like a new day dawning once again.



And I've loved her since every doll was Shirley Temple

Soda pop was still a nickel

Jam was on her fingertips, milk was circkled on her lips.



After many years our love grew silent and at night I heard her cry

And when she left me in the fall I knew that this would be our last goodbye

I was man enough to give her everything she needed for a while

In searching for a pefect love I found that I could not give her a child.



Now she lives a quiet life and is a mother of a little girl

And everytime I pass her house my thoughts go back into another world

Because I see her little girl her nose is pressed against a window pane

She thinks I'm a lonely man who wants to come inside out of the rain.



And I've loved her since every doll was Shirley Temple

Soda pop was still a nickel

Jam was on her fingertips, milk was circkled on her lips...