(Chris Moore & John McGann)      Dear Magnolia, I lend you my ear   Whisper your stories and secrets hidden here   Of a South that rose, of a South that fell   Your days of glory, your days of hell      We'll weep together, praise to the Lord   Raise up our voices and lay down our swords   To the souls we've lost, to the souls we've found   Though they never stop asking us   Did you really have to take us down      CHORUS   Heavy-headed blossoms   Fragrant as they fall   I have wandered through the door   Of everything you stand for   Heavy-headed blossoms   Gracefully reveal   That which I had always felt was missing   Like the rolling dreams of a wagonless wheel      Your sweet survival has given rise   Unto your wisdom and yet you realize   Though your arms are long, and your reach is wide   Within your deepest scars   There are some snakes still hiding      So Dear Magnolia, I pledge my return   To the hills between us on which fires still burn   There we'll stand our ground 'til the moon above   Comes shining through the smoke   In the name of love