This was the first of what I hope will be several collaborations with Rick Norton and Jim Chapman
Lyrics
Gone With The Wind
Scarlett flew in from Des Moines
Packed in a copper urn
Picking a window or aisle
Wasn’t a big concern
She never saw the ocean
But dreamt of paradise
And now her good friend miss Emily
Was doing something nice
She held her ashes skyward
Released them to the breeze
Over the sandy beaches
Through swaying tropic trees
She'll be dancing in Jamaica
Above Montego Bay
Gone with the wind
To the beat of reggae
Gone with the wind
On to better days
She held her ashes skyward
Released them to the breeze
Over the sandy beaches
Through swaying tropic trees
She'll be dancing in Jamaica
Above Montego Bay
Gone with the wind
To the beat of reggae
Gone with the wind
On to better days
