Latresa I Miss My Home
My mind's eye sees reflections of her blue Kentucky moon
And the sun as it dances on her goldenrods at noon
Her fillies in the fields are pure splendor in the grass
And music in her hollers calls me back
And the moon is a pale shade of grey again tonight
And the stars in this sky still refuse to share their light
Lord, the clouds are moving in
I need the sun to shine again
I've been gone far too long
I miss my home
I can still remember clearly all her long summer days
And her hills in the autumn dressed in misty, purple haze
I miss her children's smiles, the friends and kin I left behind
And dinners on the ground beneath her pines
And the moon is a pale shade of grey again tonight
And the stars in this sky still refuse to share their light
Lord, the clouds are moving in
I need the sun to shine again
I've been gone far too long
I miss my home
