Bayou Lament

[Verse] In the heart of the bayou Where the cypress trees sway There's a tale of a language that's slowly fading away The Cajun French whispers Lost in the mossy breeze As the old folks sing their songs With a heart full of unease In the swamps so murky Where the gators roam The Cajun tongue once thrived In every Cajun's home But as time keeps flowing Like the river's endless tide The language slips away Like a ghost in the night [Verse 2] The words so rich Like gumbo seasoned just right Now carry a weight As they fade into the night The young ones speak English The old ones pass away And the songs of the ancestors are all that will stay [verse] [outro]