Video Brown County Fair de Peter Mayer 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Peter Mayer - Brown County Fair Lyrics

There is music on CDs
Magazines of all kinds
And computers and TVs
For amusing the mind
But in the late days of the summer
Nothing nearly compares
To just seeing each other
At the Brown County Fair

You can meet Lawrence Little
And taste his prize pickles, home grown
And hear Grace play the fiddle
Who’s just seven years old
There are girls boys are teasing
In the carmeled apple air
Of the warm August evening
At the Brown County Fair

If the stock market fails you
Give the ring toss a try
And if loneliness ails you
Stick around for awhile
There’s a band playing later
And you can dance in a square
Promenade and greet your neighbor
At the Brown County Fair

And if you’re tired of walking
You can sit with your slush
And pass the time people watching
And you might fall in love
With the face of a stranger
The young and old strolling there
Across the unhurried acres
Of the Brown County Fair

There’s a light inside of people
Sometimes seen in the eyes
And it hides like a recluse
In these complicated times
But some say that it shines out
A bit more easily there
And for just five bucks, you can find out
At the brown county fair

Some say that it shines out
A bit more frequently there
For just five bucks, you can find out
At the Brown County Fair