Magnolia

Sugar tree, sugar tree. Clean, sweet, sugar tree. Glossy smile so pristine. Sipping juleps in the shade, forget what’s been swept away. You know only what’s evergreen. When the fog rolls in along the levee, summer sends a shiver and brings you to your knees. That’s the wild catching you. Oh, Magnolia, you wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. Oh, Magnolia, oh. Anchor line falling down, falling down. Drifting on a gentle breeze. Reel it in, pull it tight, tiptoe to the other side, wrap me in a silken tapestry. Frost falls, winter’s dressed in lace. When you feel a little whisper dance across your face, that’s the wild catching you. Oh, Magnolia, you wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. Oh, Magnolia, you’ll find beauty where you never thought it’d be. Oh me, oh my, you’re pretty! But it’s not the flower that impresses me. It’s what the spider’s spinning behind petals and leaves. Oh, Magnolia, you wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. Oh, Magnolia, you’ll find beauty where you never thought it’d be.