Oh, the sound of the thing
Is not a ring
It's more like a pleasant purr
And the only sound
I hear at night
Is the sound of my purring air-conditioner
The air is pure
And dehumidified
Thermostatically controlled
Now I have no desire
To perspire
And that's how progress goes
But the sound of their singing
Thrilled me
As distantly but clearly it rang
Though I never saw
Their faces
And never knew their names
And the gentle breeze
Brought sweet dreams
Of sweethearts that I never saw
Who sang "You are my sunshine"
In Newport, Arkansas