seven / Wildest Dreams (Spoken Word)

Lyrics

If you wish to romanticize the woman I became Then, say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset Or you could begin at the beginning And in that case Please picture me in the trees I hit my peak at seven Feet in the swing over the creek I was too scared to jump in But I was high in the sky With Pennsylvania under me Are there still beautiful things? Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no othеr And though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you Your braids makе a pattern Love you to the Moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long