Minters Spring

Walking through the moss rocks and down the winding trail
We carried our lunch in our little tin pails.
Eager to see what each new day would bring
We headed for the school at old Minters Spring.

The rain and cold weather left our clothes wet
Those long walks to school, I remember them yet.
Our little bare feet, blue from frost sting
We were headed for the school at old Minters Spring.

When spring arrived, some days we were late
There were butterflies to chase and Mrs. Royder’s cake.
Those things were important and everything
As we headed for school at old Minters Spring.

Our teacher was small she had pretty red hair
We loved her as a treasure, we knew she was rare.
She gave us the spirit to make our heart sing
As we headed for the school at old Minters Spring.

I remember those days more than any other
All in one room with sister and brother.
There was something there, that was a special thing
As we headed for the school at old Minters Spring.