A yearning so strong --
An unending game of tug-of-war
On my heart --
The vapors of long forgotten dreams.
I can hear Her call,
She crys out to me.
The Ozarks are my home,
They know where I belong.
But my dear Mountains,
Im so far gone.
I close my eyes and my memory serves well
Of jagged limestone bluffs
And trinkling streams all at race for a beautiful lake.
How long can I resist Her call?
The Ozarks chose, not me at all.
I'll come home someday,
Just wait and see...
But until then I guess I'll just be
Another peice of Ozark history.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC
A yearning so strong --
An unending game of tug-of-war
On my heart --
The vapors of long forgotten dreams.
I can hear Her call,
She crys out to me.
The Ozarks are my home,
They know where I belong.
But my dear Mountains,
Im so far gone.
I close my eyes and my memory serves well
Of jagged limestone bluffs
And trinkling streams all at race for a beautiful lake.
How long can I resist Her call?
The Ozarks chose, not me at all.
I'll come home someday,
Just wait and see...
But until then I guess I'll just be
Another peice of Ozark history.
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