Year Down In New Orleans

I truly need a year down in New Orleans



The hum of a southern drawl that I could understand



And should you meet my sweetheart in New Orleans



Kindly pass my heart into the safety of his hands



I remember clover in the fields south of New Orleans



And we ran so blindly through the roads of summer cane



Now when I'm lonely I send my heart down to New Orleans



To chase my memories alone down through my dreams



How I miss the clarity I left there in my youth



Will there be another heart who can endure my solitude?



His roses grow so lovely in New Orleans



Their petals do recall the mysteries in his eyes



So should you go to that garden in New Orleans



Kindly tend a rose beside his heart for me and sigh