©
2009 Lyrics and music by Kevin Ondriezek
Walking
outside the snow crunches beneath you
It’s
cold as hell but the sun sure does shine
The
sky is so clear you can see through this valley
As
the river she cuts and she winds
through
the laurel the stone and the pines
Now
like every young heart you long for your venture
To
far away places where you’ve only dreamed
To
towns where people’s names they mean nothing
And
faces you’ve never seen and hearts as cold as a stream
And
I’m longing for home back in
Where
snow falls on top of the ridge
The
laurel grows high back in
They
say home is where the heart is
Then
mine’s on top of the ridge
So
I traveled down south to where the gators do grow
And
the sun shines most of the day
But
it’s hot and it’s sticky and they call me a Yankee
And
they only have palm trees for shade
And
I just can’t live that way
So
I ventured up north to the
With
her peaks so mighty and great
But
it rained everyday since the fourth of July
And
I just can’t sit around and wait
For
this damn weather to break
Now
like every old heart you long for your homeland
Where
you were born and raised
No
matter how far you roam you will never get far
From
those childhood days and the places that we use to play