Sunfish - Jenny Owen Youngs

There’s a glow on the ripples coming downstream

The yard is a kingdom, secret to me

And I don’t want anyone else to see

Down in the grass watching ants from my knees

Or up in the branches of the mulberry tree

I don’t want anyone following me

Sundays we spend with our feet in the water

Watching the sunfish flash over the stones

Later at dinner, I sit like a soldier

Hiding inside when I’m home

Out just beyond where their voices can reach

Thrown from the house mant to catch up to me

But i’m drifting to sleep on a blanket of leavs

And all I can hear is the wind in the trees

Oh, oh, oh

Sundays we spend with our feet in the water

Watching the sunfish flash over the stones

Later at dinner, I sit like a soldier

Hiding inside when I’m home

Hiding inside when I’m home