“Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss her 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, the 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 wishing 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.”
Did she die in the flood?