Текст песни: Joan Baez. Hickory Wind.

In South Carolina
There's many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb

Now when I?m lonesome
I always pretend
I?m gettin? the feel of
Hickory wind

I started out younger
In most everything
All the riches and pleasures
What else could life bring

But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin? me home
Hickory wind

It?s a hard way to find out
Trouble is real
In a far away city
With a far away feel

But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
It's callin? me home
Hickory wind
Callin? me home
Hickory wind