If He Could Say It
I went out to the field, momma.
I thought about getting something you would like.
I got no money,
I got no job.
After all, I'm just a little tyke.
Got chased by the dog on my way to the field.
Tripped on a hole in the drive as I did.
Got mud on my jeans and my shoes are all scuffed.
I did it 'cause I love you so much.
I found in the field: A few rocks, and a stick,
a flower, some grass and dried straw.
I gathered it up
and now, "Here ya go."
'Cause you're my most favorite of all.
(and the Fresh Beat Band)
- Elena McCoy