Daughter of the Texas Winds
She’s a daughter of the Texas winds,
She’s a daughter of the Texas winds,
She’s the memory of those lonesome trains,
Daughter of the Texas winds.
Stare past the window,
Of a nursing home,
Glimpse of her shadow,
Fading there alone.
Youth in the desert,
Of the burning plains,
Life’s buried prisoner,
To freedom her pain.
She's a daughter of the Texas winds,
She's a daughter of the Texas winds,
She's the memory of those lonesome trains,
Daughter of the Texas winds.
Flowers on the south side,
Dreams in coffee cans,
A touch of sunshine,
With warm brittle hands.
Children in the backyard,
Her man in the field,
Patterns of her life,
Sewn in a patchwork quilt.
She's a daughter of the Texas winds,
She's a daughter of the Texas winds,
She's the memory of those lonesome trains,
Daughter of the Texas winds.
Sandstorms a pounding,
A scraggly clothesline,
But hell is better,
Than death is with time.
She's a daughter of the Texas winds,
She's a daughter of the Texas winds,
She's the memory of those lonesome trains,
Daughter of the Texas winds.
Morri Hartgraves fleamarketpickers.com
