As we walk through the streets of another
Mayberry dead leaves blow
Into the windows and crackle underneath our fe
et And as I look into the distance
Streets and cars carry the sunshine
Over the rainbow
Into my back yard

Clotheslines, anthills and people
Who think they work hard at life just because
They never ever miss a day
They can tell you nothin; about everything
And he's a good boy isn't he
Wants to be just like everyone he loves

In another Mayberry you'll love the fashions
All forgotten
In another Mayberry the milk's gone rotten
And all the wells have dried

Did we leave something behind
The river there's a house
The radio's playing but no one lives inside

It's just a memory of a dream
I'll be with you once more under the stars