Walking Gingerly in the Woods

Written by: Terrell Martin

Back in those early precocious days
I walked gingerly in the woods
Down in the south where I found out
Life’s beautiful, bad and good.

Out in the cypress and sycamores
Treading in the tall tall grass
Where wild deer ran in those lovely lands
And I grew up too fast.

Whippoorwills sang in the summer
Around dusk when the sun fell down 
And when the fireflies flew it was then I knew
God was hanging around.

Waiting on me in the sky and trees
And the snakes and the weeds and the worms;
In the Spanish moss and the way the wind tossed
The wild flowers and Maindenhair ferns.

On occasion I’d find Him sleeping 
In the acorn of the great oak trees;
And under some rocks where I once thought 
He was looking right back at me.   
 

Long ago in another land
I walked gingerly in the woods
Down in the south where I found out
Life’s beautiful, bad and good.