My Marais Des Cygnes

Soft winds of May how I love thy caresses,
Wooing my thoughts from the cares of the day,
Playing 'mong trees that are robed in green
tresses
Lulling to restfulness winds of fair May.
From the fair southland where cotton is growing,
Over fair Kansas with prairies so green,
Softly you sing, like the sweet waters flowing
The waters that flow in my Marais des Cygnes,

Lull me to sleep with thy songs and caresses,
Lull me to sleep as you deaden my cares,
Here with thy music how lightly care presses,
Softly to billowy dreamland it hears
Winds that are laden with fragrance of flowers,
Songs of the waters in silvery sheen
Lull me to sleep while I rest 'mong the bowers;
Waters and winds of my Marais des Cygnes.

^__Ed Blair.