Your Smile

Your smile

Will always be one of my favorite things

Like backyard barbecues and front porch swings

An evenin' breeze

Through a window screen

Your smile

Makes me feel just like a child inside

Like Christmas mornin' sparkling red and bright

And Grandpa's pipe

And my first bike

Your smile

Like daylight dripping through the mountain pines

Pure sunshine, summertime

Your smile

Like a wheat field in the southern breeze

Apple trees

Sweet and ripe

Your smile

So much joy from such a simple thing

Like an old wheelbarrow filled with summer rain

A blue sky day

And sun on my face

And your smile

Your smile

Like daylight dripping through the mountain pines

Pure sunshine

Summertime

Your smile

Like a wheat field in the southern breeze

Apple trees

Sweet and ripe

Your smile

Right there with butter beans and cherry pie

And all the other simple joys of life

That warm my heart

And make it all worth-while

Your smile