| In the evening, in the shadows, |
| I’ll be waiting, in Louisi- an — a, |
| And when I hear your sweet voice, |
| I’ll rejoice, I’ll be happy, |
| And saving my kisses for you. |
| Jole Blon, Cajun Angel, |
| Let me tell you how I love you, |
| In the springtime you promised, |
| That we would be married, |
| And I’m waiting, still waiting for you. |
| Oh — - ho — - ho, ah — - ha — - ha. |
| When your hair turns to silver, |
| I’ll still call you, Delta Flower, |
| Pretty Blond I still love you, |
| I love you I promise, |
| And I’m patiently waiting for you. |
| Oh — - ho — - ho, ah — - ha — - ha. |