Where the Green Beans Grow

I saw them in the garden first, the fairies danced last night,
Into the weary forest, sugar lanterns shining bright.

A beacon to old loves in green hammocks, singing though my head is bending low, I hear the gentle warbles calling, in the blackness…come on home.

Carry me back on a tee shirt wing all merry all happy and bright. By and by hard times come knocking at the door, but my old Kentucky home, fireflies.

-Tanya

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