Tuesday, February 23, 2010

When God Made Me Born a Yankee She Was Teasing

I have been beating the dead horse of "I am so ready for spring" since Christmas. I have also mentioned before that I sometimes equate my own journey from living in Michigan to living in Georgia to Persephone's own journey to the underworld and back - though I waffle as to which direction I go every time I think about it. 

There is this song by Indigo Girls. It is called "Southland in the Springtime".  I love the way it makes me feel.  Every time I listen to it I remember why I fell in love with the mountains in North Georgia and Western North Carolina.  This video is just an exerpt of the song, but my favorite part. 

Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning
Light the bayou with our tail lights in the night
800 miles to El Paso from the state line
And we never have the money for the flight
I'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel
Played our hearts out all night long in New Orleans
I'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black
When the first breath of Texas comes in clean
And there's something 'bout the Southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the Southland in the springtime
In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand
With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations
And the peach trees stitched across the land
There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers
And the smoke from the chimneys meets its maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers


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