In Pemberton

A song I wrote in a beautiful place called Pembertom. All filled with magnificent forests.

In Pemberton

 

I sit here in the afternoon

{The folk all gone, they’ll be back soon}

I hear sheep calling far away

Cicadas sing, it’s a lovely day!

In Pemberton where the grass grows green

And everything seems so serene

 

I hear crows call from a lonely tree

Such a lovely kind of symphony

As sun all dressed in yellow gold

Makes greenest, greens more bright and bold

In Pemberton where the big trees grow

And all of nature seems to glow.

 

It’s a place all dressed in all God’s hues

Where giant trees grow straight, and true

If I had to choose, I’m telling you

It’s Pemberton where I’d head to.

 

Those parrots and sweet fairy wrens

And many others, I watch them

As I rise at dawn with day begun

 And walk beneath that morning sun

In Pemberton where the air’s so clear

Ahh, Pemberton, it’s Heaven here.