Susquehanna valley I turned my back on you
At the age of 18
I fled east and then south
Never looking back
Your hidden charms were lost on me
Turned my back on your rolling hills. and corn fields
The quiet towns that filled my youth
The Pennsylvania Dutch mysteries
Susquehanna valley it was 17 years before I returned home
Here I am with open eyes
You have changed as much and as little as I have
I nestle in my home here
This little old house that creaks when I walk
Waiting on autumn
Apple harvests
Winter and her cold breath
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