Let Me Live in Louisiana Let me live in Louisiana Where the winding bayous flow, Where mocking birds sing all night long And the wild azaleas grow; Where magnolia blooms are ghostly white When the moon above rides high and bright, Where voices are crooning with delight In lovely Louisiana. Let me hear the forest singing To the melody of years, As it sang to hearts of long ago In their laughter and their tears; Where stately pines and sycamore And age-old oaks on the sandy shore Will whisper their secrets evermore In lovely Louisiana. Let me live in Louisiana Where the wild geese furl their wings Near the trapper's hut in the trembling marsh And the upland's crystal springs; Where faithful souls of a sturdy race Still pray to God through His loving grace. In the whole wide world I have found no place Like lovely Louisiana. By Emma Wilson Emery, 1st Poet Laureate of Louisiana, 1942-1970 |