Loving

Oh, golden hair

    And eyes-o-blue,

My heart goes throbbing

    A song to you,

Whenever you come

    With your laugh of glee

Within a city

    Block of me.

 

Oh, eye-o-blue

    And golden hair,

My weary soul

    Drops every care,

And lilts and sings

    As wild birds do,

At the teentyest,

    Weentyest sight o’ you.

 

There’s a dimple deep

    On each knuckle, dear,

And my heart throbs glad

    Just to have you near;

And I hold the world

    In my arms all right

When you snuggle down

    And say, "Daddy, night."

 

When you snuggle down

    On your daddy’s breast,

And say, "Daddy, tell

    Who you love best,"

Then, oh, golden hair

    And eyes-o-blue,

My heart goes throbbing

    A song to you.

 

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