Thursday, April 27, 2006


I am just homesick for the hills of home.
Wantin' to sit in my little cabin
and watch the world whiz by
While life there moves ever so slowly.

Does your head ever ache, dear cousin
From the fury of the race?
Feet weary and worn out
Just tryin' to keep up?

Oh my heart grows tired of hurry hurry run run
I long to see a big ol' magnolia tree in full bloom
Hundreds of feet high
But eye level from the top of the ridge.

Listen close, past the sound of the branch
Singin' a bright tune as it falls over rock
Old as the world an worn smooth
Like me, worn smooth by the years.

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