Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalks meet
On our way to the end of the street,
And where the street begins,
And where the street ends,
But the sidewalk goes rambling on,
So, walk with me into the park come-on,
And where the grass grows soft and green to my delight,
And where the sun shines on me a light that is crimson bright,
Past the pits on the asphalt all the flowers we'll draw,
We shall walk with a walk that is playful and slow,
And watch where the chalk mark of our design need to go,
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is playful and slow,
And we'll draw more chalk mark on the asphalt for a game,
And we will all sign our name,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
Like falling down a rabbit hole,
The place where the sidewalk ends and the streets of life begins.
Copyright ©2013 Michelle Reid
On our way to the end of the street,
And where the street begins,
And where the street ends,
But the sidewalk goes rambling on,
So, walk with me into the park come-on,
And where the grass grows soft and green to my delight,
And where the sun shines on me a light that is crimson bright,
Past the pits on the asphalt all the flowers we'll draw,
We shall walk with a walk that is playful and slow,
And watch where the chalk mark of our design need to go,
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is playful and slow,
And we'll draw more chalk mark on the asphalt for a game,
And we will all sign our name,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
Like falling down a rabbit hole,
The place where the sidewalk ends and the streets of life begins.
Copyright ©2013 Michelle Reid