Banks Of The Old Bandera 가사

On the banks of the old Bandera, where roams the barefoot child On Sunday-go-to-meetin’ shortcuts Out along the high wire lines, down a dusty road The hills there were bluebonnets Like a printed cotton gown And summer rain falls down like honey Sweet magnolia blossoms grow – and old men dance Once we ran barefooted through a clover full of dew Once we learned to play like lone Comanches running loose What it made you feel like is a song But what it feels like now is gone I can hear the screen door slamming Run a foot race to the creek You can see clean to the bottom – and deeper Just depends on how you look, maybe where you stand Monkey vines and swimmin’ holes Lay just around the bend The rope we used to swing on Now hangs tattered in the wind What it made you feel like is a song And what it feels like now is gone What it made you feel like is a song