It wasn't the Paris moon
Where we spent our honeymoon.
It was that night in June
At the Dover Fair.
We thought we had it made,
Bought you a lemonade,
Played games at the old arcade,
We didn't have a care.

But now we've got credit cards,
Visa and Master Charge.
How did it get so hard
From here to there?
If I had a time machine,
You'd see just what I mean, Back in those fields of green
At the Dover Fair.

Hot July in a swimming pool,
Never thought of summer school.
Man it was cool,
With magic in the air.
Birds whistled a special song,
Telling us that we belonged.
And the farther I went along,
I wanted my share

Of the valleys and the mountainsides
Where we went for a ride.
I loved it, I cannot lie.
I wish I was there gazing
At the peaceful scene.
Oh the creek was so serene,
Like some kind of gentle dream
In my mind somewhere.

But now we've got credit cards,
Visa and Master Charge.
How did it get so hard
From here to there?
If I had a time machine,
You'd see just what I mean
Back in those fields of green At the Dover Fair