Through the picture window, winter falls
We tiptoed out as adventure calls
Breyer horse collection, dollhouse chairs
Packed now somewhere
Me and my good friend down the road
We thought our parents would grow old together
There it is, memories we bend to fix in boxes
The dogwood days have come to end
Leave the kitchen light on, one more night
We crowd the island like olden times
Through the picture window, life in limbo
Now that it's only a launching site
Old tennis rackets and winter coats
Tricolored ribbons and birthday notes
I've got a feeling this is only the beginning
There it is, memories we bend
To fix in boxes and never find again
The dogwood days have come to end
To end
Daphne Gale - Dogwood Days Lyrics
Daphne Gale - Dogwood Days Lyrics
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Through the picture window, winter falls
We tiptoed out as adventure calls
Breyer horse collection, dollhouse chairs
Packed now somewhere
Me and my good friend down the road
We thought our parents would grow old together
There it is, memories we bend to fix in boxes
The dogwood days have come to end
Leave the kitchen light on, one more night
We crowd the island like olden times
Through the picture window, life in limbo
Now that it's only a launching site
Old tennis rackets and winter coats
Tricolored ribbons and birthday notes
I've got a feeling this is only the beginning
There it is, memories we bend
To fix in boxes and never find again
The dogwood days have come to end
To end
We tiptoed out as adventure calls
Breyer horse collection, dollhouse chairs
Packed now somewhere
Me and my good friend down the road
We thought our parents would grow old together
There it is, memories we bend to fix in boxes
The dogwood days have come to end
Leave the kitchen light on, one more night
We crowd the island like olden times
Through the picture window, life in limbo
Now that it's only a launching site
Old tennis rackets and winter coats
Tricolored ribbons and birthday notes
I've got a feeling this is only the beginning
There it is, memories we bend
To fix in boxes and never find again
The dogwood days have come to end
To end
Writer: Daphne Gampel
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