Swannanoa

Janis Ian

Swannanoa, I can hear you
call my name upon the wind
If I fall behind, don’t worry
You will see my face again
You will see my face again

Swannanoa, I am longing
for my home so far away
I will carry you within me
from the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave

And the mountains, and the mist
and the white clouds they kissed
And the sweet gum’s perfume
in my hair

When these hard times have passed
I will see you at last
Swannanoa, I’ll be home to stay
Oh my darling
I’ll be home to stay

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