The rain is falling
and I hear Savannah calling,
calling out to me by name,
singing me a new song, one of coming home,
a song of longing and love just the same.
For the rain is falling,
and the tides of Savannah are calling,
beckoning both you and me,
to come and explore its magic
and to sit in silence and contemplate the sea.
Oh Savannah, I hear your tender plea,
and I will at your calling at last be free.
For you are my love and my dreams.
For I eat and sleep of your cobblestone streets
lined with its massive moss covered oaks.
And you will soon find me there…. where the river meets the sea.
Oh the rain is falling…and yes…
Savannah is calling.
Calling out my name…
J. Allen Wilson © 2004