If you went on a three week long hike and met a couple with no sense of personal space who kind of smelled and told you they lived on the trail, this song would sound like the tune they forced you to listen to at the campsite you didn’t agree to share with them. They’d also sing it as they walked down the trail while one of them strummed a ukulele they didn’t know how to play. It’s vaguely folksy and upbeat, you hate it. You think it’s lame. They stay with you for three days. After they leave, you are very happy, but the song is in your head for the rest of your life. Years later you run into them. They haven’t aged. They smell exactly the same. They force you to listen to the song again. It’s vaguely upbeat and folksy, but you enjoy it. 

I say I can’t believe it
We’re in a whole new world
I saw her down the river
Just the other day
And now she’s picking flowers
Things really have seemed to change

She’s changed 
And I’m pretty much the same

I sat underneath the willow
And started to write my song
But I had fallen asleep
 I guess for way too long
Because when I opened my eyes 
I realized my songs were gone

I say I can’t believe it
We’re in a whole new world
I saw her down the river
Just the other day
And now she’s picking flowers
Things really have seemed to change

I missed my chance
I guess it’s time to change

I sat underneath the willow
And wrote a new song
The time are changing 
And so, I guess, am I 
Because when I opened my eyes
I realized she was gone

I say I can’t believe it
We’re in a whole new world
I saw her down the river
Just the other day
And now she’s picking flowers
Things really have seemed to change

~Helen Dotchel