Magnolia

Magnolia, magnolia Your white flowers glow. Those cones filled with red seeds They come and they go. Oh, moss tree, oh, moss tree Filled my wagon so. Made wigs and beards Like someday I'd grow And ohhhh. Oh, rosebush, oh, rosebush My grandaddy's work. Been dug up…thrown out. Just weeds on the dirt. Back here after years. Once brought home a woman. Now she's sent me back. Just here for a visit. Won't even unpack. Til dad says, oh, dad says “let's throw ‘round the ball.” I'd love just to chat, dad, This glove is too small…and ohh. So each time, oh, each time That I come back home, Feels more like my folks' house And I'm more alone. Back here after years