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I love to watch the setting sun, in tranquility

It fills my heart with memories of things that used to be

Transporting me back into a past of softest southern breeze

And times I spent in solitude beneath the live-oak trees



I have lived in this enchanted land, each day by God's will

And though the years are passing, my childhood's vivid still

I dream of climbing orange trees to freedom up above

Across the southern countryside to view this land I love



In spring a fragrance calls me to spreading jasmine trees

To parks and open spaces where hearts can wander free

To lakes and cypress, spanish moss, and many wondrous things

Enjoying each awakening the changing season brings



The colors of my childhood come in sweet reverie

Beckoning for my return to a time I long to be

To mockingbirds and coastal shores, simplicity's gentle face

All these colors bring me back to a special place



Amd now, I shall go back, I know, because I loved it so

And one compelling reason now...tells me I must go

To times I've missed, the magic, and colors I recall

The beauty of my heritage, most precious gift of all