Lyrics

Sweet Spring Arkansas Folds the smoky chamomile into my cup of dusk If I came home would you still tuck me into bed; Sweet Spring Arkansas? To you, my southern bell Ringing half a world away You wake me from my wishing well When you get home, won't you come on back to bed; You, my southern bell? Cause when I'm all alone I start to wonder where it is That I should build my resting home If you ever find a home, won't you tuck me into bed; Sweet spring wanderlust?