In an Old Fashioned Picture Book - Donovan

Come take a look with me in an old fashioned picture book

Patience, the girl we see on the sand with the squint and parasol low

Sweethearts are sewn 'tween the cloth of her cuff

A shell in her little tight hand;

soon she’ll be going away

With her bottle of sand tomorrow from the shores of yesterday

Come see her move and be in our old fashioned backward look

Just like an old movie, talking and real like when it was took

Bats, balls and Tomboys, cheeky and gruff

Faint sounds of a distant brass band, who rides the donkey today

Will our visions of tomorrow mingle with those of yesterday?

Come, close your eyes and hear melodies from an old music box

Tinkling as tandems and tears go tumbling like tresses and small perfumed locks

Sweet dreams were sewn 'tween the years of her life

A tear in her little kerchief, waving and fading away

With her ottled sand tomorrow, from thnbe shores of yesterday

Will her visions of tomorrow mingle with those of yesterday?

Come take a look with me in an old fashioned picture book