(Beth Nielsen Chapman)
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She's wheeled into the hallway
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Till the sun moves down the floor
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Little squares of daylight
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Like a hundred times before
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She's taken to the garden
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For the later afternoon
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Just before her dinner
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They return her to her room
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[Chorus:]
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And inside her mind
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She is running
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She is running in the summer wind
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Inside her mind
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She is running in the summer wind
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Like a child again
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The family comes on Sunday
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And they hover for awhile
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They fill her room with chatter
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And they form a line of smiles
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Children of her children
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Bringing babies of their own
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Sometimes she remembers
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Then her mama calls her home
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[Chorus]
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Playmate, come out and play with me
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(It's raining, it's poring, the old man is snoring)
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And bring your dollies three
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(Bumped his head on the edge of the bed)
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Climb up my apple tree
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(Never got up in the morning)
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Slide down my rain barrel
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(Rain, rain, go away)
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Into my cellar door
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(Come again another day)
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And we'll be jolly friends
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(Little Johnny wants to play)
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Forevermore
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(Some more)
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And inside her mind
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She is running
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She is running in the summer wind
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Like a child again
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Child Again
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Beth Nielsen Chapman |