In the core of night my dreams constantly return
bringing to my memory a deep desire
for my return home my soul burns
memories keep me content
many places i've stayed; this i do not resent
my place is deep inside the swamps, that misunderstood place
where i grew up; the core of my dreams
never leaves my memory no matter how great my life seems
a more lovely place, there is none
the "ora" in the Bayou is an enchanting one
the moss draping over the aged tree
my mind gets comfort from the thought of these
the soothing sound enveloping, all around
nature communicating with nature
what peace renowned; the Bayou is alive
many known and unknown dwellers call this place home
never desiring anyplace else to roam
there is comfort and peace of mind there
the neighbors are different from anywhere
one day i'll return to this tropical delight
and anxiously away the fall of my first night!
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