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Verse:

LITTLE RED BUCKET SITTING ON THE SAND

LITTLE YELLOW SHOVEL IN GRANDPA’S HAND

EMPTY THE BUCKET FILL IT UP AGAIN

SCOOP SAND IN THE FUNNEL WATCH THE SANDWHEEL SPIN

OH I WAS SO YOUNG THEN

BUT I CAN STILL REMEMBER WHEN

 

Chorus:

GRANDPA WAS IN MY SANDBOX

COVERING UP MY TOES

‘N EVEN WHEN I TOOK ALL THE TOYS

HE’D KISS ME ON MY NOSE

 MAGIC WAS IN THE AIR

AND CASTLES GREW EVERYWHERE

AND ALL MY FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

LEAD STRAIGHT TO THE HEART OF THAT OLD MAN

 

Verse:

GRANDPA’S POURING SAND FROM A SPRINKLE CAN

LOOKS LIKE RAIN FALLIN’ IN MY HAND

LIE DOWN ON MY BACK FLAP MY ARMS LIKE WINGS

MAKE SAND ANGELS AND OTHER STRANGE THINGS

MEMORIES REWIND IN MY MIND

PLAYING PICTURES OF ALL THOSE TIMES

Chorus: REPEAT

 

Bridge:

NOW I UNDERSTAND

MY PAIL WAS FILLED WITH MORE THAN SAND WHEN

 

Chorus: REPEAT

 

Tag:

LITTLE RED BUCKET SITTING ON THE SAND

LITTLE YELLOW SHOVEL IN GRANDPA’S HAND

 

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