Carry me back to old Virgini
To be held
And caressed
And pressed
To a full filled breast .

Carry me back to old Virgini
To cotton smell
And honey well
And tinkerbell,
To a little nest
And the land I knew so well!

Old Virgini
Oh Virgini
Who's wrinkled now,
And forgets
To kiss my brow.

Oh Virginia!
Old Virginia
Still she wears
A smile somehow.

Carry me back
To the land of cotton
Land I've not forgotten
In all these years of tears.

Carry me back to Old Virginia
And try with everything
That's in ya
To soothe away
My fears.

Carry me back
To the land of flannel
And eucalyptus smells
And belly rubs
And a scolding remark
In a fun filled park.
Carry me back
To a well known crack
Where no-nos could be hid forever.


To a place out back
Where a puppy played
And came to the aid
Of a lonely boy.

Carry me back
To loving arms
And healing charms
And uncle's farms.

Oh Virginia,
Old Virginia,
Now too weak
To hold me fast.
Sitting here together
Remembering the past
Who knew
It couldn't last
Forever.

Memories of this,
Of your weak and feeble kiss.
Of your fading hand
In mine.

Your seeing me,
At the end,
As if I were
Just beginning,
Mischievously still picking flowers,
you had so carefully sown.