Were you raised by the river,
Down in the low, low land,
Where the air is dark and sinister,
In the night there's no safe place to stand.
In the reeds there are eyes that peek,
Voices I can't understand,
Flamingos flying endlessly,
Into the silent sky.
Daughter of the everglades,
You never made it clear,
Child of the river,
If you want me to be here,
Daughter of the everglades,
I never saw your tears.
Well you looked like your mama,