Sweet breeze, blowin' through a summer dress.
Seen from a window above.
Captured in the eyes of love.

Shivers, in the cool, forbidden, dawn.
Where the Iris and Jasmin run wild.
She was young, and he was a child.

He vanished, like July.
Some folks, they wondered why.
But old money has its friends.
Ain't it funny how the truth will bend?

[Chorus]
It's the family secret, don't pass it on.
Daddy's angel, till something went wrong.
It's the family secret of her mystery

Whispers, how they sound like raindrops.
Hush now, we'll make it alright.
She's framed by the front porch light.
Uh huh, suspicion, raising up like dragonflies.
They say there's a story to tell,
Buried in the family well.

Now the congregation prays.
Save us from our evil ways.
But old money has its friends.
Ain't it funny how the truth will bend?

[Chorus]

It's the family secret, it's the family secret, don't pass it on.
Daddy's angel, till something went wrong.
It's the family secret, just let it be.
I know the secret of her mystery

It's the family secret, it's the family secret.
It's the family secret, don't pass it on.
Daddy's angel, till something went wrong.
It's the family secret, just let it be.
I know the secret to her mystery.

Keep it in the family now, behind closed doors.
Past the rows of cypress trees, through the Spanish moss.
Those old stone walls.
It's the family secret, it's the family secret.

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Writer(s): CHRIS WARD, DAVID MICHAEL TYSON