old willow lane
mindy gledhill
children that swing by their knees
from the boughs of the mulberry tree
are singin' a summertime song
while shadows grow lazy and long
before we know it we're turning the page
to chapter of glittering snow
and it's never the same when you have to go
but we're saving your place at the table
and it's never the same when you have to go
but we're saving your place at the table