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

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