Tara

 

The wind whistled through the trees

Far down to the valley below.

Across the wildflowers and the honeybees

To the river which rippled slow.

The howl of the wind, the only sound,

Besides the birds chirping high.

How desolate is he home of my youth.

What happened to Tara – My Tara – Sweet Tara?

 

The children that played in the yards,

No worry or cares on their minds;

How can life become so hard?

Love is the only power that binds.

The football games in the streets;

Selling lemonade that’s a little too sweet;

All that I cherished is now far gone.

I loved my Tara – My Tara – Sweet Tara.

 

The church that sat on the hill,

With the steeple that reached to the sky;

Beside it was the old wind mill,

Where the honeysuckle never ran dry;

The preacher that taught good news,

Words of promise that I never loose.

My heart will always remember this place.

I miss my Tara – My Tara – Sweet Tara.

 

In the forest which bordered the town,

My friends would endlessly play.

The hide and seek games where I wasn’t found.

That forest isn’t there today.

Why must change be so hard?

Everything with age, we want to discard.

Please don’t throw away what is left.

My heart is my Tara – My Tara – Sweet Tara!

 

The house that was painted in white,

I thought it would always be there.

Going home to it every night;

How can life be so unfair?

Nothing is left to live for.

My Tara is no more.

I will never forget my home.

I am my Tara – My Tara – Sweet Tara!