Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans. And miss it each night and day. I know I'm not wrong the feeling's getting stronger. The longer I stay away. Miss the moss-covered vines tall sugar pines. Where mockingbirds used to sing. I'd love to see that old lazy Mississippi. Hurrying into Spring. The moonlight on the bayou. A Creole tune that fills the air. I dream about magnolias in bloom. And I'm wishin I was there. Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans. When that's where you left your heart. And there's one thing more I miss the one I care for. More than I miss New Orleans