The Man With The Horse And Wagon

When I was a child, my world extended just as far as my mother could see and sometimes I'd ask if I could go to the park, across the street I'd sit on the freshly mown lawn and watch the neighborhood carrying on I'd watch and listen and look for a telltale sign of that beautiful friend of mine The man with the horse and wagon the one who comes by at noon day I'd wait for the horse and wagon so I could hear him say.... Apples, Peaches, big white pears, blue strawberries, watermelon, cherries... and a flower for your young girls hair.