Southern nights,
have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze, not to mention the trees,
whistling tunes that you know and love so.
Southern nights,
just as good even when you close your eyes.
I apologize
to anyone who can truly say that he
had found a better way to hate him.
Southern skies,
have you ever noticed southern skies?
Well,
it's precious beauty, not just beyond the eye.
It goes running through the soul like a stone-stolen boat.
Old man,
he and his love that brought the old man.
Every flower turns to his cold hand as he slowly walked by,
weeping willows of pride brought joy.
Joy, joy,
feels so good,
feels so good,
it's frightening,
wish I could stop this world from piping.
Mystery,
like this and many others in the trees,
blowing the night in the southern skies.
Southern nights,
they feel so good,
it's frightening,
wish I could stop this world from piping.
Southern skies.