Prompt:

Verse 1)Spanish moss hangs low like a heavy velvet shroud Where the cypress knees are praying, and the fog is crying loud The water’s still as glass, but there’s a stirring down below in the dark heart of the bayou where the ancient spirits goYou can hear the bullfrogs chanting a forgotten, heavy tune Underneath the silver shadow of a lazy Creole moon Step lightly on the levee, watch the ripples slide and slip The swamp is holding secrets with a finger to its lip.(Chorus)Oh, the old mysteries of the Louisiana swamp Where the shadows come to dance and the phantoms come to rompIt’s a world made of whispers, of black water and decay Where the things that walk at night-time never dare to face the day Keep your lantern burning bright, don't you wander from the track'Cause the mud of Mississippi has a way of pulling back.(Verse 2)There’s a story told in shadows of the Rougarou’s dark curse How he stalks the lonely traveler when the night is at its worst And the Cajun elders whisper of the lights that glow and gleam The feu follet that tricks you into stepping in the stream Is it just a trick of gas, or a soul that lost its way?Luring foolish, weary dreamers where the mossy shadows play You can smell the sweet magnolia mixed with river rot and lime In a place where hours tangle and there’s no such thing as time.(Chorus)Oh, the old mysteries of the Louisiana swamp Where the shadows come to dance and the phantoms come to rompIt’s a world made of whispers, of black water and decay Where the things that walk at night-time never dare to face the day Keep your lantern burning bright, don't you wander from the track'Cause the mud of Mississippi has a way of pulling back.(Bridge)Listen close, hear the fiddle echo faint across the marsh Sometimes sweet as honeysuckle, sometimes ringing cold and harshAn old ghost-dance from a cabin that was swallowed by the tide Where the legends and the voodoo and the hidden histories hide.(Guitar/Fiddle Outro)The water rises up...The lantern flickers low...Only the gators and the cypress know.Yeah, only the bayou knows.