As we walk through the streets of another

Mayberry deead leaves blow

Into windows and crackle underneath our feet

And as I look into the distance

Streets and cars carry the sunshine

Over the rainbow

Into my backyard.



Clotheslines, anthills and people

Who think they work hard at life just because

They never ever miss a day.

They can tell you nothing 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



.....Its just a memory of a dream

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