Bless me with the magic flower
Of music through the streets.
Turn it into jambalaya
That the soul can eat.
Though I’ll never know
what all this messy madness means,
Bless the sacred soul of New Orleans
Stroke me with your rhythms
like a cat tongue on my hand
Let me feel the deeper pulse that’s
Beating through the band.
Throw me to the angels
In their purples, golds, and greens.
Bless the sacred soul of New Orleans.