When I was a child, my world extended
just as far as my mother could see
and sometimes I'd ask if I could go
to the park, across the street
I'd sit on the freshly mown lawn and watch
the neighborhood carrying on I'd watch
and listen and look
for a telltale sign
of that beautiful friend of mine
The man with the horse and wagon
the one who comes by at noon day
I'd wait for the horse and wagon
so I could hear him say
Apples, Peaches, big white pears,
blue strawberries, watermelon, cherries
and a flower for your young girls hair.