She stands out on the cedar floor
A diner girl by the open door
The Taxodium roots run deep
While the heavy summer currents sleep
The Salix leaves a silver grey
Watching as the gold fades far away
She rubs the grease from a tired hand
Looking out across the humid land
Oh the Bayou Green is calling home
Where the wild and tangled waters roam
Wait for the moon to paint the pine
In a long and slow and velvet line
The Sphagnum moss is thick and red
A soft and damp and heavy bed
She tastes the salt in the heavy air
With a single ribbon in her hair
Oh the Bayou Green is calling home
Where the wild and tangled waters roam
Wait for the moon to paint the pine
In a long and slow and velvet line
Slower than the river flow
Watching how the lilies grow
Deep inside the muddy clay
Waiting for the end of day
The Cyperus grass begins to sway
In the purple light of dying day
She forgets the coffee and the plate
Standing by the rusted garden gate
Latin names for every stem and vine
Tracing out a dark and jagged line
She knows the soil and the secret seed
Giving every thirsty blossom need
Oh the Bayou Green is calling home
Where the wild and tangled waters roam
Wait for the moon to paint the pine
In a long and slow and velvet line
Sinking low Let it grow Bayou Green
Bayou Green
