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Words and Music by Jean Rohe
Video by Andrew Benincasa

Louisa, little Southern town
The green hills wear their hazy crown
In the evening I go walking as the summer sun goes down

Louisa, I left everything
For your green hills, for a wedding ring
I'm a dreamer, I'm a foolish dreamer with a sad, sad song to sing

O, Louisa
What have you done?
Now I'm a prisoner of my icy jealousy
I shoulda never left my home up North for your warm Virginia breeze
O Louisa, you made a broken girl of me

Louisa, full of Southern belles
They'll smile bright and they'll wish you well
But you can see it: they're hiding something, what it is, you can't quite tell

Louisa, he caught me in his snare
With his sweet laugh and his golden hair
But Louisa, his wandering eye–-this Northern girl could not compare

To Louisa
What have you done?
Now I'm a prisoner of my icy jealousy
I shoulda never left my home up North for your warm Virginia breeze
O Louisa, you made a broken girl of me

And I'd go, you know I'd turn and head back homeward
Back to my land of snow
And I've tried, but he's the only one for me
O, Louisa
Louisa
Louisa

O, Louisa
What have you done to me?
I shoulda never left my home up North for your warm Virginia breeze
O Louisa, you made a broken girl of me

O Louisa, Louisa, Louisa.