I Miss My Swiss 1925 (My Swiss Miss Misses Me)

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 24 Jan 2009
2009

He was a mountain climber
and oh how the boy could climb;
in cold July, he climbed so high
believe me I don't lie.
He'd almost touch the sky
and here's the reason why:
She was a shepherd's daughter,
who lived on the highest peak
where he'd chase her
and she'd chase him
and they'd play hide and seek.
One day he lost his sweetheart
he looked for her in vain,
and now this mountain climber
keeps singing this refrain:

I miss my Swiss,
my Swiss miss misses me,
I miss the bliss
that Swiss kiss gives to me.
I hear her yodelling sweet melodies
like the birds and the bees
from the Schweitzer trees.
Her dear Papa makes watches
that are Swiss
that's why he watches me like this.
I lost her in the mountains
in the mountains she must be
I miss my Swiss
my Swiss miss misses me.

I miss my Swiss,
my Swiss miss misses me,
I miss the bliss
that Swiss kiss gives to me.
She was a working girl
down on her knees
in her yard working hard
punching holes in cheese.
I looked for her
I nearly broke my scalp
I tripped and skipped
from Alp to Alp.
There must be other climbers
who could tell where she could be,
I miss my Swiss
my Swiss miss misses me.

He was a bear in snow shoes
and oh, how the boy could ski,
he'd ski away, he'd ski all day
he'd ski without a guide,
and she'd ski by his side,
when they'd ski for a ride.
No wonder he's broken hearted.
He's lonesome as he can be
there's no one now to call his own,
and he can't ski alone.
He gave up mountain climbing
he couldn't stand the strain,
and now he's washing windows
and singing this refrain:

I miss my Swiss,
my Swiss miss misses me,
I miss the bliss
that Swiss kiss gives to me.
I hear her yodelling sweet melodies
like the birds and the bees
from the Schweitzer trees.
Her dear Papa makes watches
that are Swiss
that's why he watches me like this.
I lost her in the mountains
in the mountains she must be
I miss my Swiss
my Swiss miss misses me.

I miss my Swiss,
my Swiss miss misses me,
I miss the bliss
that Swiss kiss gives to me.
She was a working girl
down on her knees
in her yard working hard
punching holes in cheese.
I looked for her
I nearly broke my scalp
I tripped and skipped
from Alp to Alp.
There must be other climbers
who could tell where she could be,
I miss my Swiss
my Swiss miss misses me.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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I Miss My Swiss 1925
(My Swiss Miss Misses Me)
One-Step
Music by Abel Baer
Lyrics by L.Wolfe Gilbert
© MCMXXV by Leo Feist Inc. - New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 24 January 2009 at 11.59
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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