Down in The South Where the “honeys” run thick and the trees stretch out in the wind Where green grass and pastures roll over the line where the sky slips under the dig Long-winded hellos and hearty goodbyes The eyes and mouths of a land run on through the ages
Down in The South
Down in The South
Down in The South
Down in The South Where the “honeys” run thick and the trees stretch out in the wind Where green grass and pastures roll over the line where the sky slips under the dig Long-winded hellos and hearty goodbyes The eyes and mouths of a land run on through the ages