Same Little Heart

I remember when I was young, watching the breeze blow by

I remember when I was young, lying the field as the clouds rolled high

A little girl standing there, in the doorway of a barn

A hot and dusty breeze, as the twilight falls over the farm

And I wonder where those days have gone

And I still have the same little heart that I had then

I can still feel my family there, on that quiet farm on the high desert plain

Dad and I would take a drive in our pea green pickup truck

We’d find old houses and barns, left behind in search of better luck

Forgotten and falling down, but we loved to go inside

We could imagine them, full of love and life and pride

And I wonder, where those days have gone

And I still have the same little heart that I had then

I can still feel my family there, on that quiet farm on the high desert plain

There’s a country graveyard, in a field down a gravel road

The plots are cracked and bare, my father’s family is buried there

I wish I could speak with them, know their faces and know their minds

And would we see eye to eye, as I carry on in these times

And I wonder, where those days have gone

And I still have the same little heart that I had then

I can still feel my family there, on that quiet farm on the high desert plain

I remember when I was young