"I hear the whisper ... the mountains calling me...."
Poem we sing every year on the way to Georgia!
WHEN… I WANT TO BE IN
GEORGIA? ( Poem we sing
to the tune of,
by Marggie Rassler (2009)
Deep In The Heart Of Texas)
singing this.
I WANT TO BE IN GEORGIA!
And the winds us frisk,
When the fair is there,
And the big crowds stay,
When we hold our breath,
When nature gloats, Every year close around this time the
family caravans ... off to Georgia.
In autumn’s coats, As we go, my grandchildren and their
Nana, love to turn a little crazy
And scarecrows wink,
As birds’ plans sink!
Ooooooo!
I WANT TO BE IN GEORGIA!
When sorghum cooks,
Around the bend,
And apple-fritters,
Temptaions send!
Ooooooo!
When the air is crisp,
When leaves come down,
And pumpkins frown!
Ooooooo!
I WANT TO BE IN GEORGIA!
With the vendor's wares,
To hear fiddlers play,
Ooooooo!
I WANT TO BE IN GEORGIA!
When the corn is picked
And the hay is rolled,
Beauty to behold!
Ooooooo!
I WANT TO BE IN GEORGIA!
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