Home in the South

 

Oh, give me a home
Where the white-tails roam,
With an ocean breeze balmy and light,
Where a pine-tree topped hill
Gives my heart a thrill
And the fireflies twinkle so bright.
 
Oh, give me a place
Where by the Lord’s grace
The shelves all with canning are lined,
Where a dog always lies
And the mockingbird flies,
And the gardens are liberally vined.
 
Oh, give me a door
Always open to more—
Where friends and family abound,
Where chickens are found
Always scratching the ground,
And love means we never are poor.
 
Oh, give me a bed
Where to lay my head,
And the pillow always fits right,
After day’s work is done,
And low sinks the sun,
Wrapping all in a blanked of night.
 
Home, Home in the South—
Open hearts, homecooked food, bounteous fall!
Where walk hand in hand
Respect for others and land,
And hospitality’s offered to all!