I Can Hear Her Calling
I can hear her calling like
a lonesome lover longing
for me to return.
Her breath filled with lilacs
and magnolias sweet are
her kisses.
Her touch is as soft silk her eyes
are as the fields green
and pleasant.
Her voice sings like the whipper willow
Calling me to come home my
love come home.
She is a lover kind and true that has
shown me a love deeper than
any woman could .
For it is the South that calls me.
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