There's a glow on the ripples coming downstream The yard is a kingdom, secret to me I don't want anyone else to see Down in the grass watching ants from my knees Or up in the branches of the mulberry tree I don't want anyone following me Sundays we spend with our feet in the water Watching the sunfish flash over the stones Later at dinner I sit like a soldier Hiding inside when I'm home Out just beyond where their voices can reach Thrown from the house meant to catch up to me But I'm drifting to sleep on a blanket of leaves And all I can hear is the wind in the trees Sundays we spend with our feet in the water Watching the sunfish flash over the stones Later at dinner I sit like a soldier Hiding inside when I'm home Hiding inside when I'm home