First song I ever wrote

The Pasture
(written by me, Sara Hickman, for my grandma and grandpa, Martha and Al Hickman in 1970 when I was seven years old…I still have the original sheet music I wrote out so my grandma could play it on the piano!)

Down in the pasture where the grass is green
There isn’t much and nothin’ to be seen
But I know that someday that old pasture will be gone
We’ll remember the good times…and all the fun

In the pasture…the old pasture
Children playing in the sun
When it’s gone….when it’s gone

We go to that pasture every year or so
Where my grandma lives on the hill up above
And she tells of the sweet things that we long to hear
And we know of the sweet life…she holds so dear

In the pasture…the old pasture
Children playing in the sun…when it’s gone….when it’s gone

There’s a breeze softly swayin’ and the sun’s about to rise
The pasture’s down there glowin’
I can…see it in her eyes
And it tells of the good life that we hold so dear
And we’ll remember the good times…year after year

In the pasture…the old pasture
Children playing in the sun…when it’s gone…when it’s gone