On an island far away. Where the tropic breezes play. Waits a dark eyed native girl. The sweetest girl in all the world. . I still miss her more each day.
It's not the pale moon that excites me,. Thrills and delights me, oh no. It's just the nearness of you. It isn't your sweet conversation. . That brings this sensation, oh no.
Everyone knows about Rudolph. Our fleet-footed friend from the north. Who lights Santa's way through the darkness. As he drives his sleigh back and forth.
Hands that are strong but wrinkled. Doing work that never gets done. Hair, that's lost some of the beauty. By too many hours in the sun. . Eyes, that show some disappointment.
All the Islands are sad cause you're leaving me. The Lord only knows just how lonesome I'll be. The days the nights we shared were so much fun. My darling my wonderful one.
Two drummers they were seated in a grand hotel one day. While dining they were chatting in a sort of joking way. There came a pretty waitress to bring the tray of food.
In this troubled world today. We're asked to lend a hand. Which I will, but first with me. Comes my own native land. Gladly will I help this world. And give all that I can.
My love is the valley the breeze as it sighs. My love is the mountains that reach to the sky. My love is the valley the rocks and the rills. My love is the prairie the low rollin' hills the rollin' hills.
When we're alone. And you're so near. The whole world. Seems to dissappear. And that makes. My happy heart sings. . The fragrance of. The flower there.
Out of the mist lips I have kissed call tenderly. Out of the west, hands I have pressed beckon to me. Over the sea waiting for me lonely and blue. Somebody sighs, somebody cries, I love you, I love you.
Evening shadows make me blue. When each weary day is through. How I long to be with you, my happiness. . Every day I reminisce. Dreaming of your tender kiss.
Nobody knew where he came from. They only knew he came in. Slowly he walked to the end of the bar. And he ordered up one slug of gin. . Well, I could see that he wasn't a large man.
Oh, I built so many temporary bridges. That would only hold your love for just a day. I can see there's nothin' I can do to hold you. But there's one thing you can never take away.
Most of the time while I'm here cryin'. I think of how nice it would be. If we two could be back, dear, again together. And forget the troubles that have set us free.
I left my home town. Turned a good woman down. Even laughed at my own Mother's plea. I pushed her aside. Even laughed when she cried. Now I'm here in this penitentary.
Just the memory of your body next to mine. Now you're gone. Just the thought of your hair blowin' in the sunshine. Now you're gone. Just, memories are somethin' I took for granted.
Look at me I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree. And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand. I get misty holding your hand. Walk my way and a thousand violins began to play.
When my baby moved out and the blues moved in. There wasn't nothin' I could do. Said Mosey around with my head in my hands. "Lord, what am I comin' to.
Moonland, a summer's evenin' in June land. An old familiar tune land. Is paradise to me. My land, a twinkling star filled sky land. A simple, peaceful island.
Hey there, mister teardrop. Why do you keep falling?. Can't you see you only give me away. . Hey there, mister teardrop. Why do you keep falling?. Will it always, always be this way?.