Of sweet tea and southern charm,
With honeysuckle and red clay,
As peaches ripen in the Georgia sun,
My lover desires me.

As catfish nibble an empty hook,
In a hole 'neath a rusting bridge,
As young men ripen in the Georgia sun,
My lover desires me.

As her charm soothes my savagery,
With sweet tea upon her breath,
As her womb ripens in the Georgia sun,
My lover desires me.

The Marshes of Glynn call to me,
As we once hearkened to its song,
As our love ripened in the Georgia sun,
My lover desired me.

The tides, the sand, the heat, the troth,
All of it worth a life of cost,
She married me 'neath a Georgia sun,
'Cause my lover desired me.