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 beams need to be cut
Rays are blinding, and my ends are frayed

But O 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
Cuz I’m waiting on the scent of pine
And Michigan in your eyes

Hawthorn should be pure and bright
And my skin is 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

Primrose, hawthorn, and black-eyeds
Tell this outgrown girl goodnight
Laughing from the ozarks and plains
Primrose, hawthorn, and black-eyeds
Mock me through the day and night
But hills can’t separate what awaits

Cuz 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
Cuz I’m waiting on the scent of pine
And Michigan in your eyes