By The Honey-Suckle Vine 1919 Al Jolson

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 25 May 2011
2011

I've got a sweetie waiting for me,
by the honeysuckle vine,
and very shortly, I'm going to be,
Below the MasonDixon line,
in the bower where we said goodbye,
she'll be waiting for her boy;
and I would like to bet that I
nearly pass away with joy.

When I'm met by the pet
that I never could forget,
by the honeysuckle vine,
she'll be there
Oh! so fair,
with a ribbon in her hair,
By the honeysuckle vine,
The honey bees are wild about her,
they follow my sweetheart,
because her lips are sweet
as honeysuckle,
the bees can't tell them apart,
we will stand, hand in hand,
while I tell her what I planned
by the honeysuckle vine,
Then she will name that day divine
when she'll be mine,
And I know that I owe her
an ocean of bliss,
She's gonna see how
her sweetie can kiss,
when I'm met by the pet,
that I never could forget,
by the honeysuckle vine.

When I'm met by the pet
that I never could forget,
by the honeysuckle vine,
she'll be there
Oh! so fair,
with a ribbon in her hair,
By the honeysuckle vine,
The honey bees are wild about her,
they follow my sweetheart,
because her lips are sweet
as honeysuckle,
the bees can't tell them apart,
we will stand, hand in hand,
while I tell her what I planned
by the honeysuckle vine,
Then she will name that day divine
when she'll be mine,
And I know that I owe her
an ocean of bliss,
She's gonna see how
her sweetie can kiss,
when I'm met by the pet,
that I never could forget,
by the honeysuckle vine.

The little birds are humming a tune
by the honeysuckle vine,
and I'll be on that train pretty soon;
that takes me to that gal of mine
I have written her a note that read,
"Honey, I am on my way!"
and often to myself, I've said:
"It'll be a happy day."

When I'm met by the pet
that I never could forget,
by the honeysuckle vine,
she'll be there
Oh! so fair,
with a ribbon in her hair,
By the honeysuckle vine,
The honey bees are wild about her,
they follow my sweetheart,
because her lips are sweet
as honeysuckle,
the bees can't tell them apart,
we will stand, hand in hand,
while I tell her what I planned
by the honeysuckle vine,
Then she will name that day divine
when she'll be mine,
And I know that I owe her
an ocean of bliss,
She's gonna see how
her sweetie can kiss,
when I'm met by the pet,
that I never could forget,
by the honeysuckle vine.

When I'm met by the pet
that I never could forget,
by the honeysuckle vine,
she'll be there
Oh! so fair,
with a ribbon in her hair,
By the honeysuckle vine,
The honey bees are wild about her,
they follow my sweetheart,
because her lips are sweet
as honeysuckle,
the bees can't tell them apart,
we will stand, hand in hand,
while I tell her what I planned
by the honeysuckle vine,
Then she will name that day divine
when she'll be mine,
And I know that I owe her
an ocean of bliss,
She's gonna see how
her sweetie can kiss,
when I'm met by the pet,
that I never could forget,
by the honeysuckle vine.

Soft karaoke
Words
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By The Honey-Suckle Vine 1919 Al Jolson
by Bud de Sylva & Al Jolson
© MCMXIX by T.B.Harms & Francis, Day & Hunter N.Y.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 25 May 2011 at 16.04
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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