In a Dixie grove at dawn,
The beauty there made me sigh;
Citrus petals filled the air,
And winds made the clouds float by.

The clouds were of rosy red,
And had an orange and peach hue;
Citrus petals whirled in air,
And made a real awesome view.

Sweet fragrant citrus petals,
To the limbs no more could cling;
Citrus petals like snowflakes,
Much beauty they sure, did bring.