It was such a fine spring day down Lou'siana way, with fragrance divine and such magnificent regalia. Oh, so fine, Azalea. Oh what a lovely sight, in red, pink and white. Can't held but believe that nothing evil can assail you. So naïve, Azalea You're at ease on the knees of the moss covered trees, whose tops meet to make a high ceiling in the church-like pomp of the cypress swamp. I've yet to get that same strange feeling. I've got to go back there and find that blossom fair I always dream of. 'Cause with you who could be a failure? My first love, Azalea I've got to go back there and find that blossom fair I always dream of. 'Cause with you who could be a failure? My first love (scat) My first love (scat) Azalea
It was such a fine spring day down Lou'siana way, with fragrance divine and such magnificent regalia. Oh, so fine, Azalea. Oh what a lovely sight, in red, pink and white. Can't held but believe that nothing evil can assail you. So naïve, Azalea You're at ease on the knees of the moss covered trees, whose tops meet to make a high ceiling in the church-like pomp of the cypress swamp. I've yet to get that same strange feeling. I've got to go back there and find that blossom fair I always dream of. 'Cause with you who could be a failure? My first love, Azalea I've got to go back there and find that blossom fair I always dream of. 'Cause with you who could be a failure? My first love (scat) My first love (scat) Azalea