| Song | Azalea |
| Artist | Louis Armstrong |
| Album | Together for the First Time [Mobile Fidelity] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It was such a fine spring day | |
| down Lou'siana way, | |
| with fragrance divine | |
| and such magnificent regalia. | |
| Oh, so fine, | |
| Azalea. | |
| Oh what a lovely sight, | |
| in red, pink and white. | |
| Can't held but believe | |
| that nothing evil can assail you. | |
| So naïve, | |
| Azalea | |
| You're at ease on the knees | |
| of the moss covered trees, | |
| whose tops meet to make a high ceiling | |
| in the church-like pomp | |
| of the cypress swamp. | |
| I've yet to get that same strange feeling. | |
| I've got to go back there | |
| and find that blossom fair | |
| I always dream of. | |
| 'Cause with you who could be a failure? | |
| My first love, | |
| Azalea | |
| I've got to go back there | |
| and find that blossom fair | |
| I always dream of. | |
| 'Cause with you who could be a failure? | |
| My first love (scat) | |
| My first love (scat) | |
| Azalea |
| It was such a fine spring day | |
| down Lou' siana way, | |
| with fragrance divine | |
| and such magnificent regalia. | |
| Oh, so fine, | |
| Azalea. | |
| Oh what a lovely sight, | |
| in red, pink and white. | |
| Can' t held but believe | |
| that nothing evil can assail you. | |
| So na ve, | |
| Azalea | |
| You' re at ease on the knees | |
| of the moss covered trees, | |
| whose tops meet to make a high ceiling | |
| in the churchlike pomp | |
| of the cypress swamp. | |
| I' ve yet to get that same strange feeling. | |
| I' ve got to go back there | |
| and find that blossom fair | |
| I always dream of. | |
| ' Cause with you who could be a failure? | |
| My first love, | |
| Azalea | |
| I' ve got to go back there | |
| and find that blossom fair | |
| I always dream of. | |
| ' Cause with you who could be a failure? | |
| My first love scat | |
| My first love scat | |
| Azalea |
| It was such a fine spring day | |
| down Lou' siana way, | |
| with fragrance divine | |
| and such magnificent regalia. | |
| Oh, so fine, | |
| Azalea. | |
| Oh what a lovely sight, | |
| in red, pink and white. | |
| Can' t held but believe | |
| that nothing evil can assail you. | |
| So na ve, | |
| Azalea | |
| You' re at ease on the knees | |
| of the moss covered trees, | |
| whose tops meet to make a high ceiling | |
| in the churchlike pomp | |
| of the cypress swamp. | |
| I' ve yet to get that same strange feeling. | |
| I' ve got to go back there | |
| and find that blossom fair | |
| I always dream of. | |
| ' Cause with you who could be a failure? | |
| My first love, | |
| Azalea | |
| I' ve got to go back there | |
| and find that blossom fair | |
| I always dream of. | |
| ' Cause with you who could be a failure? | |
| My first love scat | |
| My first love scat | |
| Azalea |