From the recording My Own Dixie
"My Own Dixie"
Album - My Own Dixie
by Maggie Vogts
(Chorus) My own Dixie. Land of gold.
Cottonwoods letting down their snow.
Oh, that home’s got a hold on me.
My own Dixie.
Summer nights on back porch steps.
Uncle’s playing a lullaby I can’t forget.
Up above, the moon’s just a pearl.
And the stars are like diamonds in a sapphire world.
Autumn days by the old creek bed.
Voices bouncing ‘cross the water and trailing paths ahead.
Rosie Lee’s humming a sweet melody.
All these miles to cover, that song still reaches me.
By and by, I hear the tone.
Everything that I love calling me home.
Is it real? Can I return to that part of me?
Too often, I fear it’s only a memory.