Little Frogs
Pink fingerlings and Yukon Golds
Dug up and drying on the floor
Little frogs on the front lawn
I didn't kill in the mower
Phoebe back to build again
Above the basement door
Dry owl wings and other things
I'm wildly grateful for
September sun and weekday fun
Being up when cars aren't cruising
Morning mist that slowly lifts
And the daylight that we're losing
Cause there's more time with the stars that way
I'll hang on conversations
Between the Queen of Ethiopia
And some of her relations
All that I love
Rain at night
Shadows that fall in the backyard moonlight
Whatever it was we heard in the woods
That we may never see
Who doesn't love a mystery?
Unexpected lunch dates with my sweetheart
In the townships
Hardly even noticing these depressing surroundings
Cause there's more time with his eyes that way
I am lost in their affections
The warmest brown is eiderdown
It's sacred ground to rest in
All that I love
Rain at night
Shadows that fall in the backyard moonlight
Whatever it was we heard in the woods
That we may never see
Who doesn't love a mystery?
Dug up and drying on the floor
Little frogs on the front lawn
I didn't kill in the mower
Phoebe back to build again
Above the basement door
Dry owl wings and other things
I'm wildly grateful for
September sun and weekday fun
Being up when cars aren't cruising
Morning mist that slowly lifts
And the daylight that we're losing
Cause there's more time with the stars that way
I'll hang on conversations
Between the Queen of Ethiopia
And some of her relations
All that I love
Rain at night
Shadows that fall in the backyard moonlight
Whatever it was we heard in the woods
That we may never see
Who doesn't love a mystery?
Unexpected lunch dates with my sweetheart
In the townships
Hardly even noticing these depressing surroundings
Cause there's more time with his eyes that way
I am lost in their affections
The warmest brown is eiderdown
It's sacred ground to rest in
All that I love
Rain at night
Shadows that fall in the backyard moonlight
Whatever it was we heard in the woods
That we may never see
Who doesn't love a mystery?
Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Lois Harmer
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