B.w. Stevenson Touch Of Pennsylvania
Well, the dawn is a-breakin', the highway's awaiting
Where will you take me now, my long, winding friend?
So you've gathered up my memories of all that you've shown me
And wrapped them in the colors of a rainbow's end
It surely must be beautiful there
You say there's all New Jersey mornings
The skies that are laden with Florida sunshine
Mountains that are grown in the corner of Carolina
A touch of Pennsylvania that all but blows my mind
Among the laurels and the pine cones, I don't want to live alone
Bring to me a lady with children to bear
Let the light of our household grow bright as we grow old
Let a stranger be welcomed by a smile, not a stare
It surely must be beautiful there
You say there's all New Jersey mornings
Skies that are laden with Florida sunshine
Mountains that are grown in the corner of Carolina
A touch of Pennsylvania that all but blows my mind
The journey through a long ride soon ended by a hillside
To rest there in the darkness awaiting the dawn
When suddenly before me, like a fairy tale story
Unfolding in the sunlight was a sight my eyes have never known
Hey, highway, I'm glad you came along
You say there's all New Jersey mornings
Skies that are laden with Florida sunshine
Mountains that are grown in the corner of Carolina
A touch of Pennsylvania that all but blew my mind
