Magnolia, magnolia
Your white flowers glow.
Those cones filled with red seeds
They come and they go.
Oh, moss tree, oh, moss tree
Filled my wagon so.
Made wigs and beards
Like someday I'd grow...
and Ohhhh.
Oh, rosebush, oh, rosebush
My grandaddy's work.
Been dug up...thrown out.
Just weeds on the dirt.
BACK HERE AFTER YEARS.
Once brought home a WOMAN.
Now she's sent me back.
Just here for a visit.
Won't even unpack.
Til Dad says, oh, Dad says
let's throw round the ball.
I'd love just to chat, Dad,
This glove is too small...and ohh.
So each time, oh, each time
That I come back home,
Feels more like my folks' house
And I'm more alone.
BACK HERE AFTER YEARS
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Apollo Sunshine - Magnolia Lyrics
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Magnolia, magnolia
Your white flowers glow.
Those cones filled with red seeds
They come and they go.
Oh, moss tree, oh, moss tree
Filled my wagon so.
Made wigs and beards
Like someday I'd grow...
and Ohhhh.
Oh, rosebush, oh, rosebush
My grandaddy's work.
Been dug up...thrown out.
Just weeds on the dirt.
BACK HERE AFTER YEARS.
Once brought home a WOMAN.
Now she's sent me back.
Just here for a visit.
Won't even unpack.
Til Dad says, oh, Dad says
let's throw round the ball.
I'd love just to chat, Dad,
This glove is too small...and ohh.
So each time, oh, each time
That I come back home,
Feels more like my folks' house
And I'm more alone.
BACK HERE AFTER YEARS
Your white flowers glow.
Those cones filled with red seeds
They come and they go.
Oh, moss tree, oh, moss tree
Filled my wagon so.
Made wigs and beards
Like someday I'd grow...
and Ohhhh.
Oh, rosebush, oh, rosebush
My grandaddy's work.
Been dug up...thrown out.
Just weeds on the dirt.
BACK HERE AFTER YEARS.
Once brought home a WOMAN.
Now she's sent me back.
Just here for a visit.
Won't even unpack.
Til Dad says, oh, Dad says
let's throw round the ball.
I'd love just to chat, Dad,
This glove is too small...and ohh.
So each time, oh, each time
That I come back home,
Feels more like my folks' house
And I'm more alone.
BACK HERE AFTER YEARS