Well I know
a place we can go
way out in the country where the things move slow
way on down to the bugs crawling up the vine
where the fields are so yellow from all them dandelions

some call it catfish country
or strawberry fields
candy rock mountain
or blueberry hill
anyway you call it I’m gonna take you there
where the river runs wide and it carries away your cares

meet me in the thistle weed
for some tumbling laughter that’ll give you green knees
and then I’m whistling a tune on down the shady lane
and every word you’ve said today
believe me mama naw I won’t hesitate
to put it in a jar and mark it marmalade