Gathering gray thumb tacks stretch over the old days into the new, As the little guy on the hill stands mystified. And a gentle, panting dog waits for the thumb tacks to grow As the sun awakes for the joining of the old and new.Gathering gray thumb tacks stretch over the old days into the new, As the little guy on the hill stands mystified. And a gentle, panting dog waits for the thumb tacks to grow As the sun awakes for the joining of the old and new.