You lean back on the cedar rail
The evening air is damp and pale
You shake the coffee from your mind
And leave the greasy spoons behind
Oh the bayou is turning gold
A story that the water told
You watch the heavy current flow
Where the cypress branches grow
Your apron smells of fried catfish
You hold a secret, silent wish
The wooden porch is warm and brown
Far from the noise of any town
Oh the bayou is turning gold
A story that the water told
You watch the heavy current flow
Where the cypress branches grow
The dragonflies are spinning fast
The working day is finally past
You feel the humidity cling
While the hidden bullfrogs sing
The light goes dim on the muddy shore
You don't want to go back through that door
Just stay in the cool of the coming night
Until the first stars ignite the light
The moss is hanging like a veil
Across the slow and winding trail
You breathe the scent of salt and peat
While the summer air stays sweet
Oh the bayou is turning gold
A story that the water told
You watch the heavy current flow
Where the cypress branches grow
You close your eyes and hear the breeze
Moving through the willow trees
The world is wide and deep and blue
And everything feels fresh and new
Oh the bayou is turning gold
A story that the water told
You watch the heavy current flow
Where the cypress branches grow
Just watch the water flow.
Blue hour light.
