Walking Gingerly In the Woods

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.