Oh my Shangri-La

On that smothering summer day in Alabama,

I breathed as I were in Shangri-La. 

You left me behind for a weeklong tour, 

to that lost mountain paradise.

I greeted your return as I endure,        

all my fervor in disguise.

But my eyes speak love!

But my eyes plead love!

Oh my Shangri-La, 

still dwells in Alabama. 

On that smothering summer day in Alabama,

I breathed as I were in Shangri-La. 

I was blinded by your skin,

fair and milky.

I was numbed by your chin,  

velvety and silky.

But my heart sees love!

But my heart feels love!

Oh my Shangri-La, 

still dwells in Alabama.