Outside The Nashville City Limits

Outside the Nashville city limits, a friend and I did drive On a day in early winter, I was glad to be alive We went to see some friends of his, who lived upon a farm Strange and gentle country folk, who wished nobody harm Fresh-cut sixty acres, eight cows in the barn But the thing that I remember, on that cold day in December Was that my eyes they did brim over, as we talked. In the slowest drawl I had ever heard, the man said "Come with me, If y'all wanna see the prettiest place, in all of Tennessee." He poured us each a glass of wine, and a-walking we did go, Along fallen leaves and crackling ice, where a tiny brook did flow He knew every inch of the land, and Lord he loved it so But the thing that I remember, on that cold day in December Was that my eyes were brimming over, as we walked. He set me down upon a stone, beside a running spring He talked in a voice so soft and clear, like the waters I heard sing He said "We searched quite a time, for a place to call our own There was just me and Mary John, and now I guess we're home." I looked at the ground and wondered, how many years they each had roamed And Lord I do remember, on that day in late December How my eyes kept brimming over, as we talked (Key Change) As we walked. And standing there with outstretched arms, he said to me "You know, I can't wait till the heavy storms, cover the ground with snow, And there on the pond the watercress, is all that don't turn white, When the sun is high you squint your eyes, and look at the hills so bright." And nodding his head my friend said, "It seems like overnight, That the leaves come out so tender, at the turning of the winter" I thought the skies they would brim over, as we talked.