She’s a pretty girl, with her long blonde hair
Her daddy keeps asking her when she’s getting married
He’s getting on in years, and he wants someone to take care of her
But she can’t seem to tell him in a way he’ll understand, that

She doesn’t mind living alone
In her big farm house with her unlisted phone
There’s a lawn to mow, chickens to feed, loyal dogs to keep her company
And at night boy, can’t she see the stars

She’s a pretty girl, with her wide blue eyes
Been to Africa and Mexico, Hong Kong, Italy, France
She can hold her own in the office with the guys
But she can’t seem to tell them in a way they’ll understand, that

She doesn’t mind living alone
In her big farm house with her unlisted phone
There’s a lawn to mow, chickens to feed, loyal dogs to keep her company
And at night boy, can’t she see the stars

She’s a pretty girl, with her two skilled hands
That can sculpt and draw and bake a pie, or a gourmet cake
She gets the strength she needs from the Lord and the land
If you saw her in her garden, you might start to understand

Why she doesn’t mind living alone
In her big farm house with her unlisted phone
There’s a lawn to mow, chickens to feed, loyal dogs to keep her company

Quilts on the bed, plates on the wall, friends in the kitchen, yeah she’s got it all
Grandma’s old dolls, Grandpa’s John Deere, why would she ever move away from here?
Beautiful views from her front porch swing, she’s got pretty much everything

And at night boy, can’t she see the stars
And at night boy, can’t she see the stars
Oh at night boy, she can see those stars