Spanish Moss

There's an old, old legend, that's whispered by Southern folks,

About the lacy Spanish moss that garlands the great oaks-

A lovely princess and her love, upon their wedding day,

were struck-down by a savage foe amidst a bitter fray;

United in death they were buried, so legends go-

'Neath an oak's stsrong, friendly arms, protected from their foe;

There, as was the custom, they cut the bride's long hair with love

And hung its shining blackness on the spreading oak above;

Untouched, undisturbed it hung there, for all the world to see

And with the years the locks turned gray and spread from tree to tree.