Bobby Vinton - The Days of Sand and Shovels Lyrics
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The Days of Sand and Shovels
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What Are The Lyrics For The Days of Sand and Shovels By Bobby Vinton?
When I noticed her the first time
I was outside running barefoot in the rain She lived in the house next door Her nose was pressed against the window pane When I looked at her she smiled And showed a place where two teeth used to be And I heard her ask her mom if she Could come outside and play with me Soon the day's of sand and shovels Gave way to the mysteries of life Then I noticed she was changing and I Looked at her through different eyes We became as one and knew a love Without beginning or an end And everyday I lived with her Was like a new day dawning once again And I've loved her since every doll was Shirley Temple Soda pop was still a nickel Jam was on her fingertips Milk was circled on her lips After many years our live grew Silent and at night I heard her cry And when she left me in the fall I knew That it would be our last goodbye I was man enough to give her Everything she needed for a while And searching for a perfect love I found that I could not give her a child Now she lives a quiet life And is the mother of a little girl Every time I pass her house My thoughts go back into another world Because I see her little girl Her nose is pressed against the window pane She thinks I'm a lonely man Who wants to come inside out of the rain And I've loved her since every doll was shirley Temple Soda pop was still a nickel Jam was on her fingertips Milk was circled on her lips |
Who Wrote The Days of Sand and Shovels By Bobby Vinton?
Bud Reneau, Doyle B. Marsh
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