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 washin' for her old man to wear
 And she tried not to get eaten by the bear
 She'd fly to the market in her worn out old balloon
 That she traded with the flyer for an antique silver spoon
 And when she got 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 meeting at her brain
 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