Sweet Savannah Sunday

My ole girl Cecelia was a flower in her day
And her garden overflowed in a fine perfumed bouquet
Lookin back now I recall where a young man's dreams were born
On a sweet Savannah Sunday on a street named Abercorn

Oh Savannah, You're the city of my youth
Doesn't matter where I go my thoughts run back to you
Georgia lady, where I made you my Queen
On a sweet Savannah Sunday in the Springtime of my dreams.

Written by Gabriel Donohue