I'd like to be walking the Cranberry Road, br Where the sea shines blue through the bristling firs, br and the rocky pastures are overgrown br With bayberry bushes and junipers; br Where orchards of bent old apple trees br Go trooping down to the pebbly shore, br And the clapboard houses are seaward turned, br With larkspur clumps at every door; br Where there's plenty of time to say good-day br When friendly eyes from a window peer-- br Oh, I'd like to be back on the Cranberry Road; br I wish I were there instead of here!br br Rachel Lyman Fieldbr br