Antique Sandy

Antique Sandy lived in the woods And she'd go to the stream when the weather was good She'd take down the washing for her old man to wear And she'd try not to get eaten by the bear She'd fly to the market in her worn out old balloon That she traded with the flier for an antique silver spoon And when she'd get home she'd cook upon the wooden stove And she'd go to sleep and listen to the whispers of the grove At night she dreamed of places where she lived when she was young Where the corn strip stretched for miles like a giant serpent's tongue Electric lights and phone bells and every light insane Like a hundred thousand hungry miles were meeting at her brain And I greet her in the morning when she wakes up in my arms And I tell her that I love her and I'll keep her free from harm I hold her close, she matters, she is all the world to me 'Cause she's my Antique Sandy, and she's in love with me --- Antique Sandy - The Byrds