Charleston Bay

Spanish moss, swaying in the trees
Gullas weaving, marsh birds feeding
Brings to mind old melodies
Down round Charleston Bay
Gents in bowties, dressed to the nines
Ladies strolling, so refined
Saxaphone playing, almost a sigh
Down round Charleston Bay
Down round Charleston Bay

A bit of the old
A bit of the new
And still a bit out of the way
A little old fashioned
A little high fashion
Low country today

Island folk spin magnolia wreaths
Ashley meets the Cooper at the battery
Ever thus and ever will be
Down round Charleston Bay
Cobblestone streets, my oh my
Grillin and chillin the days ease by
Past and present are so alive
Down round Charleston Bay
Down round Charleston Bay