[Spoken words]
This one is for you Junior
You’ve not been forgotten
[Verse 1]
The sunrise breaks soft on the bayou bend,
Rooster’s crowing for the new day to begin.
We were barefoot boys running through dewy grass,
Chasin’ fireflies ‘fore they fade away fast.
Honeysuckle vines twistin’ ’round the fence,
A sweet perfume to cool morning air so dense.
[Chorus]
Oh, those Louisiana days, golden and slow,
Where the heart learns to wander, the soul learns to grow.
In the whisper of willows and the song of the stream,
Childhood echoes forever, like a sweet, faded dream.
From the heat of the summer to the cool winter sigh,
We were kings of the fields under that endless sky.
[Verse 2]
Summer sun beatin’ down like a blacksmith’s fire,
No cool air hummin’, just sweat and desire.
Wadin’ knee-deep in the creek’s lazy flow,
Catchin’ minnows in jars, watchin’ tadpoles grow.
Pitchin’ horseshoes with the neighbor kids’ crew,
Crackin’ open watermelons on a fertile row.
[Chorus]
Oh, those Louisiana days, golden and slow,
Where the heart learns to wander, the soul learns to grow.
In the whisper of willows and the song of the stream,
Childhood echoes forever, like a sweet, faded dream.
From the heat of the summer to the cool winter sigh,
We were kings of the fields under that endless sky.
[Verse 3]
Spring bursts open like a promise renewed,
Azaleas bloomin’ in pinks and in blues.
Corn fields wavin’, green as the sea,
Butterflies dancin’ ’round the old oak tree.
Then winter whispers with a crisp, welcome chill,
After endless hot days that tested our will.
[Instrumental interlude with violins, wind instruments and piano]
[Bridge]
Hay bales itchin’ as we load up the wagon,
Sting on our skin, but our spirits ain’tdraggin’.
March winds liftin’ kites high in the blue,
Runnin’ all day till the evenin’ dew.
Pigs in the pen, cows lowin’ soft,
Cornstalks rustlin’ like secrets aloft.
[Chorus]
Oh, those Louisiana days, golden and slow,
Where the heart learns to wander, the soul learns to grow.
In the whisper of willows and the song of the stream,
Childhood echoes forever, like a sweet, faded dream.
From the heat of the summer to the cool winter sigh,
We were kings of the fields under that endless sky.
[Symphonic Tunes]
[Outro]
The sun now sets on the bayou’s bend,
As I say goodbye to my old friend.
I shall always cherish the fun and thrill,
When racing our bikes down schoolhouse hill.
Copyright February 6, 2026, by Stephen Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved
