Song Description

A woman who left the farm years ago looks back on her nickname (the French word for "yellow") remembering how it felt to truly belong and detemined to return to her roots

Lyrics

I hear a train whistling in the distance
Like a childhood friend calling me home again
Making me remember when
We'd spend a day swinging on the front porch
Dreaming of the time we'd fly off outta' there
Simple game of truth or dare

Now I miss the sound that swing made creaking on its chain
How I long to hear my daddy whispering my name

He called me Jaune it meant yellow
Sweet as spring, mellow as a harvest moon that glows out where the twilight grows
So I was Jaune I loved the sound
Felt as warm and soft as the hometown I left behind
Don't know what I thought I'd find but I know where to ease my mind
And I'm going home to Jaune

I've been so blue thinking of my first kiss
Years have passed but it's a taste that was made to last
Time shouldn't fly so fast
I called him Red sparkling like the sunlight
Felt the orange fire when our lips met that June night
Love never went so right

Second kiss sounds like this gentle as a stream
Think of how the right voice calls your name out like a dream

He called me Jaune it meant yellow
Sweet as spring, mellow as a harvest moon that glows out where the twilight grows
So I was Jaune I loved the sound
Felt as warm and soft as the hometown I left behind
Don't know what I thought I'd find but I know where to ease my mind
And I'm going home to Jaune

Who could know years ago I had it in my hand
Love and joy home and boy hope they're standing waiting

For their Jaune it means yellow
Sweet as spring, mellow as a harvest moon that glows out where the twilight grows
So I'm Jaune I love the sound
Feels as warm and soft as the hometown I left behind
Don't know what I'm gonna find but I know where to ease my mind
And I'm going home to Jaune