Sweet Melissa

Water flowing on table mountain
Near the town of Cherokee
It’s flowing strong and pure underground
In pools quiet as can be

Sweet Melissa dry your eyes
Sweet Melissa honey run
I’ll be taking the first stage to paradise
To be in your arms in the morning sun

You can taste the water on table mountain
Like drinking from the Sea of Galilee
Wildflowers grow in the green fields
That stretch as far as you can see