I long for the south wind, blowing fair. br off of the Gulf, gently through my hair. br br I long for the scented breezes of Spring, br I long for the Mockingbirds that sweetly sing. br br I long for new grass from the Earth, br For swollen seeds bringing new birth. br br I long for the sun high in the sky, br And fluffy clouds that gently fly. br br I long for Spring and warm dry feet, br I hate the cold, I long for heat.