carve my name in a willow or pine
you can rest in my shade
a canopy of arms intertwined over you
i'll swing you over any river of doubt
i'll let you go if you please
you deserve the sweetest of flowers at your feet
summer breezes it kind of teases
makes me think of june
when she would linger
i would swing her
my mississippi moon
she said my name on a long distance call
she said i'm happy for you too
and you deserve the sweetest of children at your feet
she'll hum a little number from '74
she'll take a walk in the rain
she'll rock her pillow...and dream of willows
summer breezes it kind of teases
makes me think of june
my crooked letter
of stone and feather
oh my mississippi moon