Song | Azalea |
Artist | Louis Armstrong |
Album | Together for the First Time [Mobile Fidelity] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 na ve, | |
Azalea | |
You' re at ease on the knees | |
of the moss covered trees, | |
whose tops meet to make a high ceiling | |
in the churchlike 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 |
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 na ve, | |
Azalea | |
You' re at ease on the knees | |
of the moss covered trees, | |
whose tops meet to make a high ceiling | |
in the churchlike 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 |