Outside it's grey and cold
Trees barren and shivering, six below
Wind moaning, snow drifts deep
Evening fire aflame, dog stretches at my feet
Spring seems so far away
How I yearn for my sweet Mayberry days
I dream of traveling back, folks seemed kinder
Carolina morning sipping coffee at The Diner
Opie bicycling by, baseball cap askew
Fred Plummer sweeping where he's not suppose to
When will he learn crime never pays?
Barney stalking, ready to pounce in my sweet Mayberry days
One clear blue sky shines on Aunt Bee
At the open screen door smiling...waving at me
Gilly Walker screaming by
Engine backfiring and then she dies
Goober shaking his head amazed
Light moments from my sweet Mayberry Days
Big discoverys made every day it seems
Floyd rubbing his chin, pondering....
Smashed huckleberries or crushed nectorine?
Otis checking the bottle in his pocket...
Seeing new objects in his haze
Small wonders in my sweet Mayberry days
Winter's shadows will disappear
Front porch voices I can hear
Old companion at my feet yawns
Beautiful colors blanket the horizon at dawn
And like Mary Simpson sets Andy's heart ablaze
I keep warm remembering my sweet sweet Mayberry Days
