by Steve Baby Steve by Steve Bassett & Robbin Thompson
I woke up this morning
The breeze blowing across my face
I just had to look up above and thank somebody for this place
(image from Wikipedia)
Because He must have been have been thinking 'bout me
When He planted that very first dogwood tree
It's where I want to be
Living in the sweet Virginia breeze
Take me out to the country
I feel mighty good out there
Drawing by JC Tatum
but when I get back to the city of the monuments
it just doesn't matter where I hang my hat
(From VCU)
It's home to me
The Blueridge Mountains tend to set me free
It's where I want to be
Living in the sweet Virginia breeze
The sweet Virginia breeze
It wakes me up in the morning
And rocks me to sleep at night
You've got a red bird sitting on your window sill
(from jigsaw)
You know everything will be all right
Living in the sweet Virginia breeze
The sweet Virginia breeze
Well, sitting on my back porch
I'm just watching the sun come up
The sweet, sweet Virginia breeze
is blowing ripples 'cross my coffee cup
He must have been have been thinking 'bout me
When He planted that very first dogwood tree
and when that breeze starts blowing through the trees
you know everything will be all right
I'm living in the sweet Virginia breeze
The sweet Virginia breeze
Susan's speech
Thanks to the Local Police for traffic control.
Photo by Judy Smith
