Who is that walking through my pine trees?
Who is that walking with a hitch?
Is that the girl who put such a spell on me
That I don't know if I'm between or betwixt?
Somebody said she is a mystery orphan
Someone said she was found in the grotto
They said she was reared by that old blind hexer man
Sporting a white top hat and a threadbare red tuxedo
Jasmine -- she is not ordinary
Jasmine -- she limped right into my heart
I've heard it said she was conceived while the stars were contrary
And I'm convinced she knows the subtle arts
I wonder if that ol' Lou Cypher would grant permission
I wonder if he would let me call on Jasmine
You see, I am entranced by that girl's imperfection
She conjures taboo freedom with that bewitching rhythm
Oh, mercy, he smiled on my request
Oh, mercy, tonight I'll bring her a black rose
If I can find that path again through thick darkness
If I can find the nerve to knock on her door
Jasmine... she is extraordinary
Jasmine... walks with a bent hickory cane
I've heard the mean laughter down at the Ouachita ferry
But they don't know that fairies halo the lame
