Black-eyed Susans bring me home
But I prefer the pair I know
Your wild, but tired eyes
Longing for my sight
Primrose golden like the sun
But golden hair needs to be cut
Rays are blinding
My ends have frayed
But, oh, your waves, they crash upon the sand
Bring me to that place again
Where hickory meets oak and beech
Bring me maple, bring me snow
Just bring me to the one I know
And take me from southern embroidery
'Cause I'm waiting on the scent of pine
And Michigan in your eyes
Hawthorne should be pure and bright
But my skin's bronzed from the light
Lips stay shaded
I've forgotten touch
Lilacs ain't got time to lose
The only thing I've got is you
And they all say we're running out of time
But, oh, primrose, hawthorne, and black-eyeds
Tell this outgrown girl goodnight
Laughing from the Ozarks and plains
Oh, primrose, hawthorne, and black-eyeds
Mock me through the day and night
But hills can't separate what awaits
'Cause I'm waiting on the scent of pine
Oh I'm waiting on, waiting on
Waiting on, I'm waiting on
Waiting on those eyes
Oh I'm waiting on, waiting on
Waiting on, I'm waiting on those eyes
Your waves, they crash upon the sand
Bring me to that place again
To meet oak and beech
Bring me maple, bring me snow
Just bring me to the one I know
'Cause I'm waiting on the scent of pine