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Soft breezes are blowing

come fly me away

to scenes of my childhood

to happier days

I hear soft velvet whispers

0f so long ago

and far away echo'e

so pleasant and low

I see picnic's on the ocean

fish fries on the hill

blue waters running

by Farleys grist mill

Scenes of our homestead

when I was a child

orange groves and peach orchards

the woods tangled and wild

The smell of spring showers

bird songs in the air

butterflies in the roses

so wonderously fair

Scene's of long ago loved ones

oh please don't depart

good times and bad times

that pull at your heart

Cows in the clover

pigs in the pen

goats in the barn yard

the roosters and hens

I see benches and wash oaks

down by Home Pond

I see plum trees and wisteria

and palmetto fronds

I see lakes covered by lily pads

and pale yellow flowers

where I sit in my silent thoughts

for hours and hours

I smell the scent of home cooking

of soft feather beds

see those kerosene lanterns

where I sat down and read

I see soft dusky darkness

stars shining up high

I see Spanish Moss hanging

and hear the doves mournful cry

I hear songs of my childhood

a gentler time

I see Momma and Daddy

back when days were so fine

If I could go back just once

to live one day like before

I'd be content then

and never ask more