(Barry Alfonso and Craig Bickhardt)
Imagine a place where the summers don't end
And the fish always bite round the river's next bend
There's plenty of unhurried hours to spend
Isn't it sweet passing the day
On Sugarcane Street
The soft evening breeze sets the willows to sway
And the fireflies dance in a moonlight ballet
Even the hardest heart can't help but say
Isn't it sweet passing the day
On Sugarcane Street
Time seems to flow slow as molasses
Past row upon row of white weathered fences
Where kind neighbors meet
On Sugarcane, Sugarcane Street
A girl in a blue dress walks by with her beau
They promenade like folks long ago
He tilts back his straw hat and he whispers low
Isn't it sweet fallin' in love
On Sugarcane Street
Time seems to flow slow as molasses
Past row upon row of white weathered fences
Where kind neighbors meet
On Sugarcane, Sugarcane Street
You might catch a boat up from old New Orleans
And find a postcard from one of your dreams
When this crazy world seems so cold and so mean
You wanna retreat, take a walk in the rain
On Sugarcane Street