Leavin' the dog-eat-dog life far behind.
Aimlessly amblin', that's what's on my mind.
I'll walk the right of way till the train comes.
Barn owl hoots, the wind blows, a guitar strums.
Fireflies frolic in my bucolic dreams.
Pebbly creeks hook up with wild winding streams.
Railroad track and lonely dirt road diverge.
Fiddle and banjo, cider and song converge.
No need to hurry and no need to fret.
Kick off my boots, sit back, watch the sunset.
Sippin' and grinnin', singin' an old song.
Nightingale, don't hold back; sing along.
Fireflies frolic in my bucolic dreams.
Pebbly creeks hook up with wild winding streams.
Railroad track and lonely dirt road diverge.
Fiddle and banjo, cider and song converge.
Pastoral psalms are swirling around me.
Sweet serenity, so glad you've found me.
[instrumental interlude]
Fireflies frolic in my bucolic dreams.
Pebbly creeks hook up with wild winding streams.
Railroad track and lonely dirt road diverge.
Fiddle and banjo, cider and song converge.
© 2025 David Acosta
