Another Mayberry

As we walk through the streets of another

Mayberry dead leaves blow

Into the windows and crackle underneath our feet

And as I look into the distance

Streets and cars carry the sunshine

Over the rainbow

Into my back yard

Clotheslines, anthills and people

Who think they work hard at life just because

They never ever miss a day.

They can tell you nothin' about everything

And he's a good boy isn't he

Wants to be just like everyone he loves

In another Mayberry you'll love the fashions

All forgotten

In another Mayberry the milk's gone rotten

And all the wells have dried

Did we leave something behind

The river there's a house

The radio's playing but no one lives inside.

... It's just a memory of a dream

I'll be with you once more under the stars ...