North Georgia Mountains

Tomorrow I'll be back home in my Georgia,
Where the wild dogwood trees their beauty unfold.
I've missed it so bad, in my heart there's a yearning
For the simple existence that I used to know.

North Georgia mountains, I crave your protection
From a world that's gone mad with power and greed.
Let me live in your valleys surrounded by forests
And give of your quiet for the rest that I need.

Tomorrow I'll be back home in my Georgia,
Where the faces I'll see are ones I have known,
And the voices I'll hear will all be familiar,
A sound sweet as music to one who's come home.

Tomorrow I'll be back home in my Georgia,
I'll breathe the fresh air by cool mountain streams
In the land of my youth I'll seek my redemption,
For a past of indifference and a wasting of dreams.

- by Joyce Brookshire,
(and from the singing of Guy Carawan)