Belinda 1918

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 18 Mar 2008
2008

Belinda, I'm here ev'ry night
and stand outside
and watch your light a shining
and I am pining,
and when you draw the shade down low,
and fuss around an hour or so,
your shadowgraph I see;
When you hear that tappin'
on yo' window sill,
'taint no robin redbreast or a whipporwill,
'Taint no old woodpecker
peckin' on a tree,
It's me je's meee.

Oh Belinda
open up your windah
I see your shadow
just as sure as you're 'bawn'
I'll take you out this evening,
if you've got nothin' on,
Oh Belinda
when your black shadow I see
my poor heart just like a wildcat moans.
People passing houses,
they should never throw stones,
But I'm goin' tuh, Belinda,
if you don't throw up your windah for me.

Oh Belinda
open up your windah
I see your shadow
just as sure as you're 'bawn'
I'll take you out this evening,
if you've got nothin' on,
Oh Belinda
when your black shadow I see
my poor heart just like a wildcat moans.
People passing houses,
they should never throw stones,
But I'm goin' tuh, Belinda,
if you don't throw up your windah for me.

Belinda, please be sweet to me,
like Juliette
you ought to be,
Belinda, up in your windah,
and I should be like Romeo,
and make mahself to homeo,
and climb your balcony;
I have got a wedding ring,
and license too,
I have got a little bungalow for two,
Can't yo' hear me calling,
no one else will do,
But you jes' youoo.

Oh Belinda
open up your windah
I see your shadow
just as sure as you're 'bawn'
I'll take you out this evening,
if you've got nothin' on,
Oh Belinda
when your black shadow I see
my poor heart just like a wildcat moans.
People passing houses,
they should never throw stones,
But I'm goin' tuh, Belinda,
if you don't throw up your windah for me.

Oh Belinda
open up your windah
I see your shadow
just as sure as you're 'bawn'
I'll take you out this evening,
if you've got nothin' on,
Oh Belinda
when your black shadow I see
my poor heart just like a wildcat moans.
People passing houses,
they should never throw stones,
But I'm goin' tuh, Belinda,
if you don't throw up your windah for me.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Belinda 1918
Words & Music by Chas.R.McCarron & Carey Morgan
© MCMXVIII by Jos.W.Stern & Co. - New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 18 March 2008 at 22.38
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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