Dust On Morning Leaves

Morning mist

on the clover field

Sunlight warming up the old red pine

Every single acre

has a truth to yield

And I'm taking my sweet time

Out here where the gravel roads wind

We leave all the rush and the noise behind

Just a porch swing

and a copper sky

Watching the quiet afternoon go

by

(sweet peace)

Hear the screen door

slammin' on the porch

Hear the crickets

start their evening tune

We don't need no

high-rise tower torch

We got the light of a southern moon

Watching the quiet afternoon go

by

(sweet peace) (mmm-hmmm)