New Orleans

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