When we were kids playing outdoors was the best time of all,
Until we heard, "First come-First served", our Mom's dinner call.
And we would race for home like we had never eaten before,
And try for first place by the back kitchen door.
We had played tag and chased away all the imaginary foes,
Running in and out of the fresh, clean, hung out clothes.
In and out under the clothes line we had spent the day,
It was the only place Mom didn't want us to play.
And we didn't wear namebrands or know any videos,
Mom was a widow who sewed our clothes.
In our coats she made a heart-shaped pocket for our gloves,
And life was so good, I think it's because we felt so loved.
We felt so loved.
Our property was quite a sight to see
with all the trees marked with "Z's".
Sword fights with lumber scraps
over hidden treasure maps.
Next came hot rods in the yard
taking jobs, working hard.
Seasons came and seasons went
and our time together was well spent.
And we didn't wear namebrands or know any videos,
Mom was a widow who sewed our clothes.
In our coats she made a heart-shaped pocket for our gloves,
And life was so good, I think it's because we felt so loved.
We felt so loved.
One by one we left home and tried to keep in touch
Even, at times, if it wasn't all that much.
And life as we knew it faded away,
New life came in with our children at play.
There is one thing that we are certain of,
We want to pass on the gift of feeling so loved.
And we didn't wear namebreand or know any videos,
Mom was a widow who sewed our clothes.
In our coats she made a heart-shaped pocket for our gloves,
And life was so good, I think It's because we felt so loved.
We felt so loved.
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