Jan Smith James River Folks here know when they see the witch hazel grow winter is leaving town It feels so strange, how the winds can change Oh how they blow me around All I’ve found that’s certain is the sea and all this hurtin' but I’d like to hold on to you Pretend it ain’t so, pretend we’ll never go when that is just what we do You have to admire the believers who aspire to grow gardens on the roof The patches of grass that push their way past concrete like some sort of proof of life At the first warm wind I will go down to the bend of the James River If it feels like home, I won’t ever roam I will surely live there Folks here know when they see the witch hazel grow winter is leaving town It feels so strange, how the winds can change Oh how they blow me around