Once every May Day
We stayed at her house
With doilies on tables
And cats on the couch

She played me records
The ones he adored
The music they danced to
Before the war

And now sometimes I see her
And she seems so lonely
Standing there
In my moonpie dreams

He wagged his tail
When Jim let him in
He came from the next block
And they were best friends

He'd bring the paper
Without a tear
He knew his friend Jim
Would always be there

Now he waits at the back door
But it's just him only
Sitting there
In my moonpie dreams

Now I look out my window
And wish you could hold me
You're always there
In my moonpie dreams

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Writer(s): KATHRYN CAMPBELL