You see that line of pecan trees
A-standing in a row?
My great-grandpaw planted them
A hundred years ago.
That line of trees goes all around
The boundaries of the farm;
They give us shade and comfort, and
Protect the crops from harm.
But most of all, at Christmas time,
Those pecans from the trees,
Fill bushel baskets to the rim,
For friends and family.
There’s praline candies for the kids,
And oh, those pecan pies!
Made from a family recipe
To light up good folks’ eyes.
Whenever troubles weigh us down,
Whenever we have cares;
There’s comfort in those pecan trees,
Great-Grandpaw planted there.
Copyright (C) 2003, John Bliven Morin,
writing as Cooter MacCoone
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