Sweet Sunny South

Sweet Sunny South - Noam Pikelny

Written by：Traditional

Take me back to the place

Where I first saw the light

To that sweet sunny south take me home

Where the mockingbird sings me to sleep

In the night

Oh why was I tempted to roam

And I think with regret

Of the dear home I left

Of the warm hearts that sheltered me there

Of my wife and of children of whom I'm bereft

For that old place again do I sigh

Take me back to the place

Where the orange trees grow

To my plot in the evergreen shade

Where the flowers on the river's green

Margins did grow

They are sweet on the banks where we play

Now the path to our cottage

They say has grown green

And the place is quite lonely around

And I know that the smiles

And forms that I've seen

Now lie in the dark mossy ground