Tripping over tree trunks, running through the weeds
Dandelions sing to the faeries in the willow trees
Barefoot in the backyard, ruling like a queen
Holding court with the clover and the summer breeze
Travel the world in the space of a day
Music is a sound, not an inkblot on a printed page
A stick is a wand, and a blanket is a cape
And weird is just a word, not a thing that brings you shame
Mighty is your joy, mighty is your joy
Blissful unaware of the growing pain stings
Little girl-boy, little girl-boy
Singing to the witch in the piano strings
Revel in the joy of mid day things
Caterpillar spells turn to butterfly wings
Back when the world was sticky and sweet
The day was like a table laid for you to eat
Way back then your favorite color was green
Just a pixelated world through the lens of an old porch screen
Front row seats to the thunder and the rain
Back before you knew anything about pain
Mighty was your joy, mighty was your joy
Blissful unaware of the growing pain stings
Little girl-boy, little girl-boy
Keep singing to the witch in the piano strings
I'm coming back for you... I'm coming back for you
I'm coming back for you... I'm coming back for you
I never really needed an invisible friend
Scratches and scrapes a mother's kisses could mend
Fumbling with flowers and singing to the stones
With nobody around to make me feel alone
Mighty was my joy, mighty was my joy
Blissful unaware of the growing pain stings
Little girl-boy, little girl-boy
Singing to the witch in the piano strings