Текст песни Hickory Wind - Extended version - Joan Baez

In South Carolina, there's many tall pines
I remember the oak trees that we used to climb
Now, when I'm lonesome, I always pretend
I'm getting the feel of hickory wind

I started out younger in most everything
All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring?
But it makes feel better each time it begins
Calling me home, hickory wind

It's a hard way to find out trouble is real
In a faraway city with a faraway feel
But it makes me feel better each time it begins
It's calling me home, hickory wind
Calling me home, hickory wind