It’s set to be a sunny day on Sycamore Street.
The air is salty,
A cool breeze blows, and
Miles away on the old man’s farm:
A single rooster crows.

Its sound travels miles and miles,
Over the fields and
Through piles of hay
It acts as a perfect alarm clock,
To wake the residents of Sycamore
On the first day of May.

The Sun is rising on Sycamore Street
The children are playing;
Bare feet, tiny toes.
They run through the yard,
Setting dominos in rows.

The Sun is shining on Sycamore Street
A young girl
Walks alone
Typing into some sort of device
Her cell-phone has probably taken over her life.

The sunshine is dimming on Sycamore Street
As a couple entertains their newborn child,
Laying with him,
Swaying with him;
Their wrapped up bundle of joy.
Happiness is at it’s high
Thanks to their baby boy.

The sun is setting on Sycamore Street
A mother sends her child away,
He’s headed off to College today
Her eyes still tear up again as she says goodbye
Yet it isn’t the first time.

The sun has set on Sycamore Street
The old man on the farm falls into his sleep
He missed sending his grandson back to school;
His son is married with a daughter
And another newborn child

They haven’t visited him in quite a while
Yet he still falls asleep with a gentle smile,
He takes comfort in that
The next morning,
A single rooster will crow,
And though they are miles and miles apart
The same rooster will bring their days to a start.