Written by Mary Gauthier

The parade of souls is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by

The All Stars play "When the Saints Go Marching In"

A second line forms and they wave white hankies in the wind

Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile
Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde

Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat
As the soul parade winds it's way down Eternity Street

Souls ain't born, souls don't die

Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky

So, ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

Mardi Gras Indians chant in the streets at sundown
Spyboy meets Spyboy, and Big Chief meets Big Chief uptown

They circle and sway in their rainbow colored feathers and beads

They prance like peacocks, children of slavery freed

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky

Roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel

The Krewe of the Crossbones parades into the midnight sun

They march through the fire and come out beating homemade drums

While the French Quarter Queens in their high-heeled drag disguise

Sing "Over the Rainbow" 'til Judy Garland quivers and sighs

Souls ain't born, souls don't die

Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel

And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

Flambeau dancers light the walkway to Jean Pierre's

There's a party tonight and all the girls are gonna be there

Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking trash

It's a red carpet, black tie, all night, celestial bash

Souls ain't born, souls don't die

Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky

Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel

And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
I said roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel