I wished upon a star one night and your face it did appear,
For I was in a dream quite deep and far from where you stood, not near.
I looked at you across the Bijou,
And wanted to bring you close.
But the saint of darkness said to me,
It’s Voodoo brother that you’re messing with,
And not the Holy Ghost.
The gators were all swimming around, and the coons were in the leaves,
The fireflies lit up the dark black night like twinkle lights on Christmas eve.
Snakes were hanging from the cypress like licorice in a candy store.
Cicada was singing, the crickets chimed in and the chorus it took a hold once more.
It’s a Southern night somewhere down by the berm on the old mill creek,
The place to be on Saturday eve when you have no place to sleep.
Where dreams of love smell like jasmine and sweet summer wine,
And the stars in heaven look down upon two lovers both entwined.
Atop the lives of those that are searching for a yellow moon and a sweetheart to hold,
On the shimmering waters that rushed by this, my sweet Carolina home.
Now as the years have passed me by, I still often think of you,
The nights when love was in our hearts and the smell of your perfume.
How we would wrestle in the backseat of that old rusty car back then,
And end up lying together out of breath, staring at the bright shining stars within.
Time is a wonder and a horrible thing as it erases days, takes memories away and leaves hearts wanting the past once again.
But in all the years that we had, and the days that are now long gone,
I still think of you, those warm summer nights, and times when we were young.