There's Nothing Wrong

I don't mind, and I ain't worried.

She's alright, she doesn't shake my tree. She just loves my peaches, and she loves my unfenced orchard. There's nothing wrong with love.

My youngest boy wandered over and shook one of hers. Got away with some sweet ones. Now there's a tall picket fence around her land so a person can't see the trees. She knows he meant no harm but she knows how to protect what's hers. There's nothing wrong with safety.

I saw the foundation being laid, and still I went hat in hand to see if I could come around anytime and pick from her trees. There's nothing wrong with asking.

I'm sitting on top of the world, and this is what I see. And there's nothing wrong with seeing.