The Beautiful American

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