Dream of Mississippi

Magic finds us kicking up the dust along the road
 Silence travels farther than a story often told
 Vagabond I've been, and vagabond I'll always be,
 running down the devil at every crossroads that I see.
 I never thought to be called back to a home that I outgrew,
 But the summer's gone,
 The call is strong,
 And there's something I must do.
 Thought I knew all of the stories that a Southern girl could know
 but there's a dream of Mississippi that I never tell a soul.
 That I never tell a soul
 There's a boy there with his arms outstretched to me when I pass by.
 Some days, I wish my heart were dead, too tired to even cry.
 When missing him is all I do, the days all pass me by
 like these dreams of Mississippi and these ghosts Who cannot lie.
 Oh, this ring rests on my finger like a veve on a wall
 and whispers gather 'round me, come to dance when darkness falls.
 Everything I see adds up to say the tale is tall,
 but back into his arms is really not that far to fall.
 There is moonlight on the river where I never thought I'd go.
 There's a dream of Mississippi that I never tell a soul.
 That I never tell a soul
 At night, I swear I feel him, and so my eyes stay closed.
 The distance brings us closer now than ever I supposed.
 Who knows?
 So I'm going where the sunshine shimmers right through summer's end,
 where the heat will lay you out before the harvest comes to mend.
 A world I thought was done with me has called me back again
 with these dreams of Mississippi and this ghost who calls me friend.
 There is moonlight on the river where I never thought I'd go.
 There's a dream of Mississippi that I never tell a soul.
 Thought I knew all of the stories that a Southern girl could know.
 There's a dream of Mississippi that I never tell a soul.
 That I never tell a soul
 I will never tell a soul