Now the year gets old And the days slip by August hangs on late July Like an older wife When she's feeling good So I go walking in the hawthorn wood And it seems no time Or not to me That I had a dog And girl of three And we all moved in In the winter sun With a Barbie bowl and a Marble Run So the spring came in And the sun got strong And I sat there with music on On a Sunday morning because now I could Then I went walking in the chestnut wood And it seems no time Or not too long When I was singing a different song Yet before I knew it The girl was six and the dog had trouble chasing sticks Well the girl grew up And the dog moved on To a game much better than the one we're on And I sit here now in September sun Gazing at the Marble Run