75 Septembers - Peter, Paul and Mary

In the year of the yellow cab

Shadow of the great world war

The third kid grandmom had

Came into this world

On a rolling farm in Maryland

When Wilson was the president

As summer blew her goodbye through the trees

A child of changing times

Growing up between the wars

Fords rolled off the lines

And bars all closed their doors

And I imagine you back then

With snap brim hat and farmer’s tan

Where horses drew their wagons through the fields

Now the fields are all four lanes

And the moon’s not just a name

Are you more amazed at how things change

Or how they stay the same

And do you sit here on this porch and wonder

How the time flies by

Or does it seem to barely creep along

With 75 Septembers come and gone

Were the fields all gold and fawn

Was the spring house dark and cool

Did the rooster crow at dawn

When they got you up for school

And would you tell me once again

The tales of granddad’s hired men

And how they drove the old dirt road to town

Cause now the fields are all four lanes

And the moon’s not just a name

Are you more amazed at how things change

Or how they stay the same

And do you sit here on this porch and wonder

How the times flies by

Or does it seem to barely creep along

With 75 Septembers come and gone

In the year of the yellow cab

Shadow of the great world war