Gone with the wind in your set-back chair
The weather put a curl into your hair
Wind moves tornadoes on the flat, green land
Change in the movements of your hands
Ah, you come
Yeah, you come in all colors
See them twirl up from the boards
Where old quilts smell like beans and corn
And your [?] tall and green
And lightning bugs sparkle on your tress
Ah, they come
Now your brown hands fold [?] on your knee
And your blue eyes still look up at him
Sending all the grandkids off to school
Making everyone who comes around you feel so good
Ah, you come
Yeah, we come in all colors
Ah, we come
Yeah, we come in all colors