Oh, little girl, with the
yellow curl,
Oh, little girl, with the
eyes of blue,
The world was made for a
little girl,
And all the sunshine was
made for you;
And all the trees with
their low-hung boughs,
And all the birds and
their songs they sing,
And all the fields where
the winds carouse,
They were made for you,
all, everything.
And when you're sleepy
the purple night
Is made for you, with its
twinkling stars;
And when you wake comes
the morning-light,
And sunshine lying in
yellow bars
Across the floor and
across your bed,
And the sky is clear and
cobalt blue,
And all of it, oh, my
touslehead,
The sky and sun and the
world's for you.
Father and mother were
made for you,
As much as your doll and
Teddy bear;
Oh, little baby with eyes
of blue,
Oh, little baby with
tousled hair;
And winds bring perfume
of meadowsweet,
And the liveoak boughs
bend down and sway;
They wait for you and
your dancing feet,
They're longing for you
to come and play.