A beautiful day it really seems to be
A subtle happiness promising more
And seduces away any harm or alarms
What a day to be me

Grandma is cooking blueberry pie
From the berries i picked yesterday
The house smells of a lazy country delight
Oh my what a lovely day to be me

The smell of pinecone trees greet me
As i walk out the door
The neighborhood welcomes me with wide open arms
What a day to be me


Watching down the dirt road of family and friends
Smiles, waves, hugs, and kisses to no end
No one can pass through here without shaking a friendly hand
I love the kids here at the home-made lemonade stand
Running and playing being young while they can
The simple pleasures pass some like time with sand

But here i am thinking happily
What a beautiful day to be me in NC