As we walk through the streets of another  Mayberry deead leaves blow  Into windows and crackle underneath our feet  And as I look into the distance  Streets and cars carry the sunshine  Over the rainbow  Into my backyard.  Clotheslines, anthills and people  Who think they work hard at life just because  They never ever miss a day.  They can tell you nothing 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  .....Its just a memory of a dream  I'll be with you once more under the stars.....