Oh Child

The gully's full of trash Relics from ranchers past The field is full of grass Let's see how long that lasts Oh child, it's brilliant how you see The things you say just baffle me Your nose is in the dirt I hope it didn't hurt You crashed out like a train A joyful run away Oh child, it's wonderful how you run Your single speed, make believe, through the trees, my type of fun There's fog up on the hill But you can reach it still You thought up how you would Like no one ever could Oh child, it's beautiful how you sing Your crackling phonograph, makes me laugh, in harmony