Lyrics

Blackberries growing by the cornfield
Red sun setting in the west
Blue birds singing to their little ones
The simple things are still the best

Cool Breeze blowing in the morning
Warm blankets on you as you rest
Hot coffee brewing in the kitchen
The simple things are still the best

Grey clouds rolling on the thunder
Golden Sun makes a protest
Rainbow shines across the silver lining
The simple things are still the best

How many times must we complicate the obvious
Make everything harder than it has to be
It doesn't take a mastermind to understand the beauty
Of the simple love given to you and to me

Campfire in the evening
Somebody makes a soft request
Get my guitar and play til morning
The simple things are still the best
The simple things are still the best