By LaVarr B Webb
(Written while he was in Italy, homesick, in 1944)

Come along my little fellow,

Come along and ride with me.

I'm going back to Dixie,

My home I long to see.

We will travel trails together,

I'm sure you will enjoy

The scenes of my childhood

And the Adventures of a boy.

There will be ducks on the river

And fish in the creek.

The hawk won't soar above us

For we'll climb the highest peak.

Some come my little fellow,

To adventures on every hand.

Of life we'll learn together

In that enchanted land.