Orville Stoeber - Snapshot 1949 From lyrics
rate meA picture flutters out of a book,
One moment the photographer took.
Listen⬦because I canâ¬"t bear to look alone.
Iâ¬"m hanging on my sweet motherâ¬"s arm,
Rolling up to Grandfatherâ¬"s farm in winter,
Memories warm with growing.
Scarecrow coming over the hill, rising pine,
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill, itâ¬"s 1949.
Fireflies in jam jars, bare-foot on sandbars,
Chasing a horn-toad over a dirt road.
Those gentle hearts, the cold earth graces,
Working men, long hours and long faces,
A bright moon, the freight train chases home.
Harvest coming over the land, rise and shine,
For soon the colors fade on 1949.
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