Texas Dreams

I dream, sometimes, of going home,
Of living there again,
Among the memories of my youth;
Nearby my dearest friend.
I dream of lightning in the night,
The thunder’s cracking din.
I dream of summer evenings and
A hot, dry dusty wind.
I dream of june bugs on the screen
And laughing with my kin.
I dream of margaritas on
A wicked “girl’s weekend”

Of all the places that I love,
The places that I know,
The one that always calls me home
Is where bluebonnets grow,
It’s Cowboys and it’s Goliad
And it’s the Alamo!
It’s piney woods and windy plains
Beneath the Lone Star’s glow.
Between the old Red River and
The Gulf of Mexico
My heart is down in Texas and
My body wants to go!