i thought i heard St Augustine come drifting through the trees and followed into lands unseen a pilgrim on my knees
each song sung from that siren tongue did impress and provoke each star hung out there among the cypress and the oak
i walked through the fire for little liza jane with the river rolling on and stumbled through the darkness up Dumaine until the darkness was all gone
ain't it gravy, ain't it grand baby, how the band plays for keeps as they go marching by
they play rags they play riches and they scratch right where it itches when they play a crescent city lullabye