Louisiana Fairytale
The dew is hanging diamonds on the clover
The moon is list’ning to the nightingale
And while we’re lost in dreams,
The world around us seems
like a Louisiana Fairy Tale
The breeze is softly singing thru the willows,
As hand in hand we stroll along the trail
And love is at its height,
enchanting us tonight,
Like a Louisiana Fairy Tale
Is it real, this fascination?
Are my arms holding you fast?
Are we here, on a plantation,
or can this be heaven at last?
Keep dreaming with your head upon my shoulder,
And don’t awake until the stars grow pale
The world is at our feet,
the picture is complete,
Like a Louisiana Fairy Tale