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