Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day?
I know I’m not wrong
The feeling's getting stronger
The longer I stay away
Miss the moss-covered vines
The tall sugar pines
Where mockingbirds used to sing
And I'd like to see the lazy Mississippi
Ah hurrying into spring
Oh the Mardi Gras, the memories
Of Creoles' tunes that filled the air
I dream of Orleanders in June
And soon I'm wishing that I were there
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart?
And there's something more
I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans