(Chris Moore & John McGann)

Dear Magnolia, I lend you my ear

Whisper your stories and secrets hidden here
Of a South that rose, of a South that fell
Your days of glory, your days of hell


We'll weep together, praise to the Lord
Raise up our voices and lay down our swords

To the souls we've lost, to the souls we've found
Though they never stop asking us
Did you really have to take us down


CHORUS
Heavy-headed blossoms

Fragrant as they fall
I have wandered through the door
Of everything you stand for

Heavy-headed blossoms
Gracefully reveal
That which I had always felt was missing

Like the rolling dreams of a wagonless wheel

Your sweet survival has given rise

Unto your wisdom and yet you realize
Though your arms are long, and your reach is wide
Within your deepest scars

There are some snakes still hiding

So Dear Magnolia, I pledge my return

To the hills between us on which still fires burn
There we'll stand our ground 'til the moon above
Comes shining through the smoke

In the name of love