Please picture me in the trees I hit my peak at seven Feet swing over?the?creek was too?scared to jump But I I?was high sky With Pennsylvania under Are there still beautiful things? Sweet tea summer Cross your heart won't tell no other And though can’t recall face got love for you Your braids like a pattern Love Moon and Saturn Passed down folk songs The lasts so long I've been meaning think house is haunted dad always mad that must be why should come live with we can pirates Then have cry Or hide closet just song Our will passed on