There's a flagpole in the front yard
of a little five -row cottage
in a quiet suburban backstreet
And six o 'clock each morning,
no matter what the weather
If you happen to go round there,
you'll see Byron raise the flag
For as long as I remember,
Byron Doyle has lived there
With his rain gauge and his bird -box
and his gerbils by the gate
A crooked lawn and a matching hedge
Of white and purple flowers, yeah
That's his corner of the world
And he's mighty proud of it
And you'll be an hour older
But it's worth your while, believe me
That's why you'll often see me around
Six o 'clock some morning
Watching Byron raise the flag
when it feels like the world is going crazy
And we're watching as it happens
Like a scene from a movie
We don't quite believe it
And there's nothing we can do
When life is so uncertain
And the world is sea of change
It's good to know that some
things still remain the same
When it all becomes too much for me
This comfort and simplicity
At six o 'clock some morning
Watching Byron raise the flag
Maybe you would like to join me
Watching Byron raise the flag
