Magnolia Wind Songtext
von Bill Chambers

I′d rather sleep in a box
Like a bum on the street
Than a fine feather bed
Without your little old cold feet
I'd rather be deaf
Dumb and stone blind
Than to know that your mornings
Will never be mine

I′d rather die young
Than to live without you
I'd rather go hungry
Than to eat lonesome stew
You know it's once in a lifetime
And it won′t come again
You know it′s here and it's gone
On a magnolia wind


′Cause I'd rather not walk
Through the garden again
If I can′t catch your scent
On a magnolia wind

If it ever comes time
That it comes time to go
Just pack up your fiddle
Just pack up your bow
If I can't dance with you
Then I won′t dance at all
I'll just sit this one out
With my back to the wall

'Cause I′d rather not hear
Pretty music again
If I can′t catch your scent
On a magnolia wind
If I can't catch your fiddle
On a magnolia wind