Sweet Spring Arkansas

Folds the smoky chamomile into my cup of dusk

If I came home would you still tuck me into bed;

Sweet Spring Arkansas?

To you, my southern bell

Ringing half a world away

You wake me from my wishing well

When you get home, won’t you come on back to bed;

You, my southern bell?

Cause when I’m all alone

I start to wonder where it is

That I should build my resting home

If you ever find a home, won’t you tuck me into bed;

Sweet spring wanderlust?