Southern Land

Here we are in the land of cotton

these precious days won’t be forgotten

it’s hard to look away, look away, look away, southern land.

It seems we’ve been here years before

we had a life along these shores

give us a reason to stay, a reason to stay, a reason to stay, southern land.

The magnolia tree is scarred and tattered

but along the ground its seeds we gather

let us pray, let us pray, let us pray, southern land.

A yellow dog walks with his master

the flowers shine like alabaster

gently we lay, gently we lay, gently we lay, southern land.

The faces of years before circle ‘round again once more

let us float the sea and soothe what’s sore

come what may, come what may, come what may, southern land.

Two cats play in the house all day

under a golden light we all stay

show us a way, show us a way, show us a way, southern land.

Old trees roots go down in the soil

rope and twine we will uncoil

a new day, a new day, a new day, southern land!