Wild Azalea
Eric Bachmann
Wild Azalea came and went
Made way for the summer
A southern belle rings in my head
To brown eyes I surrender
The lightning sky
The roll of thunder
And we try and try
To re-fill
Elizabeth I'm leaving again
First light Tuesday morning
The sound of thunder fills my ear
Guides me on forever
And when our time
Close together
We will try and try
To re-fill