Friday, July 11, 2014

My Meemaw From Old Mamou (A Song for the Old Bayou)

I love these days in my Texas hills
its friendly folks the quiet thrills
the waving sycamore leaves
and the dry creek spills
the rolling pasture green
and the limestone sills
but still my heart goes crying

when I think back on young tender days
the sweet flavor of night the misty morning rays
the folk songs of the storks on the waterways
that lace the ground where I used to play
I know I would be lying
if I was claiming there's not much there
no porch I dearly miss or my favorite parish fair
no face I'd love to kiss
hey I'd kiss the very air
oh Lord my heart goes flying

straight home to the arms of my Mamou
where love rolls along with the old bayou
where my love still grows 'je taime' I love you
coming home to you my Meemaw

my Meemaw from old Mamou
without you what would I do
I'm doing just fine it's true
but I need to see you Meemaw
my Meemaw from old Mamou

when I walk in you'll be sittin there
all cozied up in your sittin chair
you'll ask if they're treating your baby fair
and run your fingers through my hair

I used to know why I left home
and don't regret a moment's roam
but now it's clearer than any poem
I need to see my Meemaw

my Meemaw from old Mamou
without you what would I do
I'm doing just fine it's true
but I need to see you Meemaw
my Meemaw from old Mamou

Larry Piltz
Austin, Texas
2008

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