a small notion of childhood
if i take you south where the cudzoo fills the woods and the possum takes strolls in the night....
you'd find yourself surrounded by crowds of molting locusts
leaving a sound of summer on high
an aroma of the sasafras breeze squeezes politley through the wisest of the trees
as memories pass my tounge unto you i speak of my home with ease
so while dreaming of the wind pulling saw grass in a dance,
find yourself before you leap
in the south there is a way of life whose flickers do stay in your mind so deep
far away is this place i speak ,and many moons in between since i've seeked
yet anything i have found along side has never been quit so sweet
you'd find yourself surrounded by crowds of molting locusts
leaving a sound of summer on high
an aroma of the sasafras breeze squeezes politley through the wisest of the trees
as memories pass my tounge unto you i speak of my home with ease
so while dreaming of the wind pulling saw grass in a dance,
find yourself before you leap
in the south there is a way of life whose flickers do stay in your mind so deep
far away is this place i speak ,and many moons in between since i've seeked
yet anything i have found along side has never been quit so sweet
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