In the Louisiana bayou still tied to a tree,
my old houseboat moves as the currents sway,
the only visitor is the falcon who flies free.
That is what I see when I wake up in New Orleans.
My old houseboat moves as the currents sway.
I think of the angels in the cypress trees
and how they always watch over you and me.
That is what I see when I wake up in New Orleans.
The only visitor is the falcon who flies free,
but seeing him daily is enough for me,
because I know there is joy in peace
and boundless love in simple tranquility.
That is what I see when I wake up in New Orleans,
but I roll over and get hit in the face with reality.
WDSU brings more reports of death and killing,
crime and loss of culture, right home to me.
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