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by Eddie Edwards Draper

I Wonder Where That Breeze Has Been

      My Grandad built this ole porch swing around '37
      Bare handed, with no modern tools;
      When he died, I requested it to be handed down to me.
      Tonight, like every night, I sit and listen to the
      chains squeak, like it was yesterday, past--
      I can still see him reading the Delta Democrat Times,
      and sharing the stories of his youth.

      As I sway back and forth on this ole swing tonight, I
      ponder the wind blowing on my aging face
      And wonder where that breeze has been--
      Has that breeze been blown over one of my ole love's
      face, before it got to me? Has it touched someone out
      West--someone I know, or not?
      I wonder where that breeze has been.

      Memories are just a cherished thought that conjures
      up the past--
      Tonight this wind, as I sit and feel, has me captured
      And I wonder where that breeze has been.

    Eddie Draper is a native of the Mississippi Delta. He now lives and works in Nashville, Tennessee, where he is a songwriter and musician.

    E-mail Eddie at Gravelroadmusic.


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