She brought me a pie, Still warm from the oven, A glass of cold milk, And a smile I couldn't hide. She said, "Daddy's out in the north field, He'll be back around supper time." Well... That sounded mighty fine. She said, "Come on, I'll show you around." Past the old red barn, Past the weathered fence, Down to the nearby stream, Where our bare feet Made little ripples in the water. She knew every trail On that old farm. Every apple tree, Every fence post, Every secret place A city boy Had never seen. Then she whispered, "Come on..." Up we climbed To the old hayloft. She laughed When I sneezed, And hay went flyin' Everywhere. She was the farmer's daughter, Sweet as homemade pie. A glass of cold milk, A summer afternoon, And a sparkle in her eye. I went lookin' For a piece of pie... And found The best day Of my life. She smiled As I headed home, Brushin' hay Off my old blue jeans. I thanked her For the afternoon, And that homemade pie She'd made. Just then... Her daddy pulled up. Climbed down from his truck. Looked at me. Looked at her. Looked at the empty pie plate. He tipped his hat, Couldn't hide a grin, And said... "Son... next time... Leave me one slice." She was the farmer's daughter, Sweet as homemade pie. A glass of cold milk, A summer afternoon, And a sparkle in her eye. Some folks chase Their lucky stars... Me... I found mine On an old dirt farm... With the farmer's daughter... And one unforgettable pie.
