It’s late at night I hear the doorbell is ringing
As the people are out and starting their singing
I look at my calendar and wonder what is so special about this day
As some want to bring back the tradition of May Day
Just a simple jester sometimes is all that it takes
To make an old man feel so great
A flower might be given to the one that you love
As you think of them as you loving dove
A basket of food might be given to the pour
And hope that this might open a friendly door
Or even a hand to help someone that is old
That will make your heart feel like a bucket of gold
So now it makes me think how we would play in the tree
Or sit on the hill side and feel the warm breeze
As I shut the door and give them a wave goodbye
I will sit at my rocker and think of this basket sitting by my side