Grape Digging Sharon Fruits - Rocket

We used to play for months and weeks way back by the brook
Making paper airplanes and colouring in your book
And picking up the insects and shooing all the bees
We'd gather all the mistletoe and then do what we please

I could be a rocket ship shooting into space
I could be a politician falling from grace
It doesn't matter what I am someone will take my place

We'd go down to the store and order some ice cream
I would have vanilla, and you'd have clotted cream
And then we'd go and sit back down upon a cobble-wall
You'd ask mе what I want to do, I'd have no clue at all

I could be a rockеt ship shooting into space
I could be a politician falling from grace
It doesn't matter what I am someone will take my place

We would sit for hours on the swings just holding hands
Laughing at the people down at solid land
And then when the sun went down, your father he would call
I'd get up, I'd go home and wouldn't sleep at all

I could be a rocket ship shooting into space
I could be a politician falling from grace
It doesn't matter what I am someone will take my place