Armed with a stick tied by a string
You play Robin Hood
And with a curtain tied 'round my head
I am your faithful Maid Marion
Golden grasses higher than our heads
Never daunted you
As we foraged for a feast
By the edge of the alfalfa fields
And I remember picking blackberries
When the summer stretched as far as we could see
And the sunlight in your eyes, clear blue
Containing everything you knew
Summers passed, we both got older
You left your Legos for a grown-up job
You've grown a beard, and more recluse
You don't seem so tall
We sit together on another coast
And stack rocks until the sunlight falls
Your voice is quiet, but your eyes haven't changed at all
And we remembered picking blackberries
When the summer stretched as far as we could see
When the world didn't weigh so great
We didn't wonder how we'd make our way
Now it's a smokey, August Sunday
The summer's ending soon
And we're driving down to the Redwoods
Your new girlfriend's coming, too
And she sits by you, and speaks for you
I see your family worry
Are you strong enough to say what makes you
most happy?
But I remember picking blackberries
When the summer stretched as far as we could see
And the sunlight in your eyes, clear blue
Containing everything you knew
Yes I remember picking blackberries
With you leading, we could conquer anything
So what befalls you, be it hard or good
To me you'll always be a Robin Hood
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