Orlean Dream

Crisp the cajun breezes

Raise the bayou's hidden choir

Pealing off the cold

Dark in the rearview

Driven off on delta tides

Ebb the rain of night

Jazz on the sunrise

Lifting sound from old time blues

New songs of morning 

Jambalaya calls

A promise to her children

Orleans shall not fall

Seas of man called home

In saintly celebration 

All arise as one 

Toss away your beads
Bourbon flows a fresh new wine

None are forgotten

-Hermit King-