Is it possible you can hear what I hear and see?

I hear the fuss and see the stiring of dust,..down by that old Big Red Barn. A buzzing I hear now, familiar and clear,.. how I long to go back there to play. In my minds eye I see them, the laughing and teasin', the gathering of those we hold dear, so load up the kiddies, put on your pretties, and grab that big bottle of shine. Buk will be cookin',and ma will be lookin' to make sure we all got there safe. Johnny will be swiggin' and Shizzy a jiggin' while Kentucky Dave plays us a tune. We can stay there till dawn, then happily yawn as we bid farewell till we gather once more.