Friday, September 24, 2010

Gillian Welch remember the sweetest winds they still blow across the south

In South Carolina there are many tall pines I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend That I'm getting the feel of a hickory wind

I started out younger at most everything but I'm younger now history my dear friend
All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring?
But it makes me feel better each time it begins Calling me home, hickory wind

It's a hard way to find out that trouble is real In a far away city, with a far away feel
But it makes me feel better each time it begins Calling me home, hickory wind Keeps calling me home, hickory wind