The time has come <br /> And I'm on my way, <br /> To see where I first <br /> Saw the light of day; <br /> And sit in the shade <br /> Of the old oak tree, <br /> Or cherish the spot <br /> Where it used to be. It's a long way, <br /> But I'm going back, <br /> To where I was born <br /> In a country shack; <br /> And if the old shanty <br /> Has fallen apart, <br /> God help me to live <br /> With a broken heart.<br /><br />George Lewis Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nostalgia-17/
