Four in the morning the rooster our clock br Pull on my boots collect eggs like it or not br Daily chores from sun up to sun down br Never let gramps catch you with a frown br br Saturday nights were the best by far br Gramps played his accordion under the stars br Folks came from neighboring farms br Swinging their partners into another’s arms br br Turning on the old radio shows br Amos and Andy, The Shadow knows br Jack and Gracie who could ask for more br Playing jacks and pick up Styx on floor br br Heart full of tomorrows for days like this br Fairytale stories and visions of bliss.