Morning Dew
Life is skittles,
Life is beer
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring,
I do, don't you? 'course you do
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes a evr'y Sunday a treat for me.
all the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Ev'ry Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coimg the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide
The sun's shin
I Love You
I love you,
Hums an April breeze,
I love you,
Echo the hills!
I love you,
The golden dawn agrees,
As once more she sees,
Daffodils!
It's spring again,
And birds on the wing again,
Start to sing again,
The old melodies!
I love you,
That's the Song of Songs,
And it all belongs,
To you and me
I love you . . .
Hums an April breeze,
I love you . . .
Echo the hills!
I love you . . .
The golden dawn agrees,
As once more she sees,
Daffodils!
It's spring again,
And birds on the wing again,
Start to sing again,
The old melodies! ( mellow, melodies . . . )
I love you,
That's the Song of Songs,
And it all belongs,
To you and me.
And it all belongs,
To you and me!