Sara Groves - Childhood Summer

Grab a shovel
Grab a pail
We might be gone all day
Acting out these fairy tales
Running jumping in the waves

Chorus
I miss innocence
I miss the arms of my mother
I miss feeling light
Like a childhood summer
Childhood summer

Grown up burdens
Consequence
Hear the wolves bay at the door
So much concrete
Evidence
We're not children any more

Chorus twice