March Morning, 'Merica (Dawns & Daffodils)

Welcome to a magnificent March morning in Southwest Nebraska! This article captures the beauty of the sunrise and showcases a variety of yellow flowers, including daffodils, tulips, lilies, roses, and sunflowers.

Table of Contents

• Sunrise Photos and Videos
• Daffodils
• Yellow Flowers Galore

Sunrise Photos and Videos

Witness the breathtaking beauty of the sunrise in Southwest Nebraska through stunning photos and captivating videos. The colors of the sky and the landscape come alive in the early morning light, creating a magical atmosphere.

Daffodils

Marvel at the vibrant yellow daffodils blooming in March, adding a pop of color to the landscape. These cheerful flowers symbolize rebirth and new beginnings, making them a perfect addition to any garden or outdoor space.

Yellow Flowers Galore

Explore a variety of yellow flowers that bloom in March, including tulips, lilies, roses, and sunflowers. Each flower brings its own unique charm and beauty, enhancing the natural splendor of the season.

The article showcases the beauty of the sunrise and yellow flowers such as daffodils, tulips, lilies, roses, and sunflowers. The photos and videos capture the magical atmosphere of the early morning light. Yellow flowers symbolize rebirth and new beginnings, and each flower brings its own unique charm and beauty to the season.

Music: Provided to YouTube by Teldec
City of New Orleans · Arlo Guthrie
The Best of Arlo Guthrie ℗ Teldec Released on: 2023-06-03
Composer: Steven Goodman
Lyricist: Steven Goodman
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bD_1HMXG6KM

Lyrics

Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms, and fields
Passing trains that have no name
An’ freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning, America, how are ya?
Said don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Dealing card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain’t no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumbling ‘neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good morning, America, how are ya?
Said don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain’t heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues

Good night, America, how are you?
Said don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Steve Goodman

The City Of New Orleans lyrics © Sony/atv Tunes Llc