Down an old dirt road,
By an old lone tree,
I saw her once —

I think that I was
Seven at the time

In a summer field,
In a different world,
I saw her there:

And still, I think about her,
Now and then

In a yellow dress,
With her bright blonde hair
That was tangled out

Her sister was trying to brush it
Back and down

Down an old dirt road,
On a summer trip,
I saw her once —

And I can see her clear as summer

Now