New Orleans - Sarah McCoy

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

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

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!

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

It was the baskets and the beads

Hangin' from those balconies

It was them flowers and them flags

It was the Fleure De Lis!

It was you

It was you

It was you who’d take my heart

On the water

There’s secrets in the water

There’s secrets in the water

There’s secrets in the water

Secrets in the water