We Always Come Back


 ©  By: Verne Garrison; June 24, 2005-Valley Park, Mo
Tab by: bluerabbit10


(D) Standing here at Lake Bank, on Cemetery Hill
Trying to get into the right frame of (A) mind.
The wind blows hard, yet it is soft and  still
    And I’m still looking for short-cuts I could not (D) find

    (D) Look two miles east, that’s where I was born
    Look a mile south, that where I went to (A)school
    To the west is Salt Creek, land of yellow corn
    Finally north, where I left this land like a (D) fool
    
  (D) I remember when I was young and free 
 Had no problems, was just killing (A) time.
  When one day that old man told me 
 That it was time that was killing (D) me.

(D)Now sixty years later, I stand here by my marker
Doubting  the quality of my much touted (A) dash
I admit that I could have worked harder
Then my life’s story rushes by in a (D) flash

(D) Now the sun’s going down cross Salt Creek on the west
My stone-marker’s shadow makes a long, long (A) cast
The number one son, has come home....to rest
Home, finally back home....at (D) last.