I don’t long for fame or glory,
Riches, sparkling city lights,
Diamonds, pearls or fancy jewelry;
Somewhere else, I’ve set my sights.
Give me mountain streams and valleys,
Honeysuckle in the air;
Give me a porch right in the country
And a homemade rocking chair.
Give me mockingbirds and June bugs,
Fireflies lighting up the night;
Give me mountain streams to feast on
Awesome sunsets streak the sky.
Whippoorwills call out at nighttime,|
Katydids and Crickets too;
All the sounds of Smoky Mountains
Help my spirits to renew.
What I need and want is riches
Never bought in any store:
Quiet days and simple pleasures,
That’s all I am yearning for.
copyright © 1998 by moleta ruth mccarter. all rights reserved.
