Sarah McCoy-New Orleans
Απλά υπέροχο, καλημέρα…
It was the blackbirds that loiter
Silhouetted on wires
It was the old window fan
Catchin’ rusty twirls
Like a cheese puff in the rain
No I didn’t stand a chance
I was a little piece of street debris
Dancin’ down Decatur Street
Silhouetted on wires
It was the old window fan
Catchin’ rusty twirls
Like a cheese puff in the rain
No I didn’t stand a chance
I was a little piece of street debris
Dancin’ down Decatur Street
What was this?
What did I find?
Rollin on this New Orleans tide
When I went down to the riverside
When I went down to the riverside
What did I find?
Rollin on this New Orleans tide
When I went down to the riverside
When I went down to the riverside
It was the breath of sweet olive trees
Steeped through summer’s heat
As they heave their breath into the street
And dangle from the feet of bees
It was the baskets
And the beads
Hangin from those balconies
It was them flowers and them flags
It was the Fleure de Lis
Maybe you were listening
When the saints go marching in?
It was that steamy fog
Rollin off the Mississippi!
Steeped through summer’s heat
As they heave their breath into the street
And dangle from the feet of bees
It was the baskets
And the beads
Hangin from those balconies
It was them flowers and them flags
It was the Fleure de Lis
Maybe you were listening
When the saints go marching in?
It was that steamy fog
Rollin off the Mississippi!
What was this?
What did I find?
Rollin on…
What did I find?
Rollin on…
