MAMA'S FRONT YARD
Written by: Barry P. Foley Copyright © 28 July 2015
I've seen the Eifel Tower, light up a Paris night I've been to Rome & St. Peter's Square, that's a powerful sight And when you talk about beauty, nothing beats the Amalfi Coast Til this old country boy gets homesick, for the sight I love the most
From Mama's Front Yard, I can see the Blue Ridge Mountains From Mama's Front Yard, so many stars you can't count 'em Big old Virginia moon, warning me to be on guard For things I take for granted in Mama's Front Yard
I look out over the Blue Ridge and watch the sun go down Close my eyes and try to recall, those childhood sounds But the bullfrogs and the whippoorwills, I guess they're all gone Nothing but Ronnie's Old Donkey braying & the locusts 2-note song
From Mama's Front Yard, I can see the Blue Ridge Mountains In Mama's Front Yard, so many memories I can't count 'em It's great to be back home, leaving's gonna be hard Nothing will ever be the same in Mama's Front Yard
Give mama a hug and a goodbye kiss, before I head across the ocean Drive off in the rental car, my eyes filled with emotion Go up on the hill to a field of stone and say goodbye to Daddy When November comes and the leaves are gone He can see Mama's Front Yard
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