Someday the silver moon and I Will go to dreamland. I will close my eyes And wake up there in dreamland But tell me who will put flowers On a flower's grave? Who will say a prayer?
Will I meet a China rose there in dreamland? Or does love lie bleeding in dreamland? Are these days gone forever and always?
If we are to die tonight Is there moonlight up ahead? And if we are to die tonight, Another rose will bloom For a faded rose. Will I be the one that you save? I love it when it showers, But no one puts flowers On a flower's grave.
As one rose blooms another will die It's always been that way. I remember the showers, But no one puts flowers On a flower's grave.
If we are to die tonight Is there moonlight up ahead? I remember the showers, But no one puts flowers On a flower's grave,
Well, I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams
arm-in-arm down Burgundy
a bottle and my friends and me
hoist up a few tall cool ones
play some pool and listen to that
tenor saxophone calling me home
and I can hear the band begin
"When the Saints Go Marching In"
by the whiskers on my chin
New Orleans, I'll be there
I'll drink you under the table
be red nose go for walks
the old haunts what I wants
is red beans and rice
and wear the dress I like so well
and meet me at the old saloon
make sure there's a Dixie moon
New Orleans, I'll be there
and deal the cards roll the dice
if it ain't that ole Chuck E. Weiss
and Clayborn Avenue me and you
Sam Jones and all
and I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams
arm-in-arm down Burgundy
a bottle and my friends and me
New Orleans, I'll be there