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.