Take Me Back to the Sweet Sunny South
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To my sweet sunny south, take me home
Where the wild birds sing me to sleep every night
Oh why was I tempted to roam?
The path to our cabin, they say, has grown green
And the stones are quite mossy around
And I know that the faces and forms that I love
Now lie in the cold mossy ground
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To my sweet sunny south, take me home
Where the wild birds sing me to sleep every night
Oh why was I tempted to roam?
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow
To my place in the evergreen shade
Where the flowers on the river's green margins do grow
And share their sweet scent with the glade
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To my sweet sunny south, take me home
Where the wild birds sing me to sleep every night
Oh why was I tempted to roam?
