"Memories of Love On the Water" Well, I grew up down South In a small town In an old pine house That Andrew blew… to the ground Being my daddies daughter My memories of love… was on the water We’d all go fishing down in the Florida Keys My daddy he was stern And by the switch we did learn We would all stand in line…. To take our turn And the fussin just about tore.. Our Ma apart She sure had plenty to wear.. On her poor heart Daddy loved all us kids But, misbehaving he did forbid Well, my mom loved playing her gospel music You could hear clear to the lawn And rolled biscuits at the break of dawn And there nothing like my mama’s iced tea Now, in the summertime we all loved.. To go fishing Those Florida Keys are one thing that I’Ive been missing We would all gather in the car The keys they wont that far Fishing underneath the moon and the stars Yeah, My memories of love… was on the water I remember it all very well Thinking back yonder My feelings about the water Well, I often sit and wonder But, I never thought of leaving South Florida Well a lot of things have changed since way back then Our old pine house is gone…. Blown with the wind….. There was nothing left… but the floor Than God took that and more….. Except my memories of love on the water © Debra Ann Christopher11/2002 |
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