Piney Woods

Sweet magnolia blossoms
lost among the pines
like the boys in cutoff blue jeans
swinging from grapevines

Innocence is golden
like the call of the mourning dove
the cardinals are singing of their world
and of their love

for piney woods
where my grandfather lived
piney woods
where my grandmother sang
hymns and dirges in the church
in the piney woods

Creeks with sandy bottoms
roads of red dirt clay
where the boys they chase chameleons
and while away their childhood days

Innocence is golden
like the call of the mourning dove
the cardinals are singing of their world
and of their love

for piney woods
where my grandfather lived
piney woods
where my grandmother sang
hymns and dirges in the church
in the piney woods