wooden boxes strung with silver wire?
it would set our minds on fire
For we believed in things
And as we joined our hands
was the best of what we dreamed
of for our children's time,
we worked or time was just a line.
we knew we'd hear an echo fill the air
Oh, all the times I listened
and all the times I heard
All the melodies I'm missing
And all the broken voices
and the choices we had then
we had that kind of choice
was the glow on the horizon
And as we sang the sun came up
brought the night across the
valley as the day went down
And as we'd hum the melody,
we'd be safe inside the sound
for we had dreams to keep
Remember when the music came from
wooden boxes strung with silver wire?
And as we sang the words,
it would set our minds on fire
For we believed in things,
