New Orleans

It was the black bird that I had heard

Silhouetted on my eyes

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?

A-rollin' on this New Orleans tide

When I went down to the riverside, the riverside

When I went down to the riverside, the riverside

It was the breath of sweet olive trees

Steeped through summer's heat

As they heaved their breath into the street

Yes, and dangled from the feet of bees

It was the baskets and the beads

Hangin' from those balconies

It was them flowers in flight

It was the fleur de lis

Maybe you were listenin'

While the saints go marchin' 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, the riverside

When I went down to the riverside, the riverside

It was the baskets and the beads

Hangin' from those balconies

It was them flowers in flight

It was the fleur de lis

It was you

It was you

It was you

Who'd take my heart

Oh, mmm, 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