When I left your soft southern pines
I nearly lost my southern mind…
The drive to Maryland when we left was long and Bleak
I cried for nearly a long week…
But now I live in Maryland where it’s still so cold
and I’m not talking about the weather don’t ya know…
I can’t turn my back it seems, not for a single minute
I’m afraid If I do, I’ll be hit with a skillet…
Now, don’t get me wrong…I’ve made 3 friends in five years
that doesn’t say much though about the people here.
I miss you my sweet Georgia, your laid back ways
Perhaps one day I’ll find my way back to your soft southern pines
one fine day.
In the meantime, I’ll keep your memory soft
as the leaves of fall lift the golden leaves aloft
and as the winter turns to spring
I’ll be thinking of you when I’m doing my daily thing.
Don’t forget me Georgia please
keep some memories of me blowing through the trees
I’ll be back…at least if it is God’s will
If not, I’ll Love You always Still.