Antique Sandy (Roger McGuinn). Antique Sandy lived in the woods. And she'd go to the stream when the weather was good. She'd take down the washin for her old man to wear. And she tried not to get eaten by the bear. She'd fly to the market in her worn out old balloon. That she traded with the flyer for an antique silver spoon. And when she got home she'd cook upon the wooden stove. And she'd go to sleep and listen to the whispers of the grove. At night she dreamed of places where she lived when she was young. Where the corn strip stretched for miles like a giant serpent's tongue. Electric lights and phone bells and every light insane (?). Like a hundred thousand hungry miles meeting at her brain. I greet her in the morning when she wakes up in my arms. And I tell her that I love her and I'll keep her free from harm. I hold her close she matters she is all the world to me. Cause she's my Antique Sandy and she's in love with me. Copyright @ 1971 Patian & Jackelop Music/BMI. From the "Farther Along" LP Columbia Records 1971