Was such a fine spring day Down Louisiana way With fragrance divine And such magnificent regalia So fine, Azalea Oh what a lovely sight In red and pink and white Can't help but believe That nothing evil can assail you So sweet, Azalea You're at ease on the knees Of the moss covered trees Whose tops meet to make a high ceiling In the church-like pomp Of a cypress swamp I've yet to get that same strange feeling I've got to go back there And find that blossom fair I always dream of 'Cause with you, who could be a failure? My first love, Azalea I'm gonna go back there And find that blossom fair I always dream of 'Cause with you, who could be a failure? My first love, Azalea