There is music on CDs Magazines of all kinds And computers and TVs For amusing the mind But in the late days of the summer Nothing nearly compares To just seeing each other At the Brown County Fair You can meet Lawrence Little And taste his prize pickles, home grown And hear Grace play the fiddle Who s just seven years old There are girls boys are teasing In the carmeled apple air Of the warm August evening At the Brown County Fair If the stock market fails you Give the ring toss a try And if loneliness ails you Stick around for awhile There s a band playing later And you can dance in a square Promenade and greet your neighbor At the Brown County Fair And if you re tired of walking You can sit with your slush And pass the time people watching And you might fall in love With the face of a stranger The young and old strolling there Across the unhurried acres Of the Brown County Fair There s a light inside of people Sometimes seen in the eyes And it hides like a recluse In these complicated times But some say that it shines out A bit more easily there And for just five bucks, you can find out At the brown county fair Some say that it shines out A bit more frequently there For just five bucks, you can find out At the Brown County Fair