Eric Bachmann
Wild Azalea
Wild Azalea came and went
Made way for the summer
A southern belle rings in my head
To brown eyes I surrender

The lightning sky
The roll of thunder
And we try and try
To re-fill

Elizabeth I'm leaving again
First light Tuesday morning
The sound of thunder fills my ear
Guides me on forever

And when our time
Close together
We will try and try
To re-fill