Rebecca Of Sunny-Brook Farm 1914

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 17 Aug 2005

There's a farm upon a hill
down in Maine,
and there's a little girlie waits for me,
Rebecca is her name.
When we wandered down the lane,
just we two,
and she was grieving
when I was leaving
and then I promised to be true.

Where the honeysuckle vine
twines itself around the door,
a sweetheart mine,
is waiting patiently for me,
I can hear the Whippoorwill
tell me softly from the hill,
her mem'ry haunts you,
Rebecca wants you,
so come back to SunnyBrook Farm

Where the honeysuckle vine
twines itself around the door,
a sweetheart mine,
is waiting patiently for me,
I can hear the Whippoorwill
tell me softly from the hill,
her mem'ry haunts you,
Rebecca wants you,
so come back to SunnyBrook Farm

I can see her just the same,
standing there,
and she had on her little gingham gown
and ribbons in her hair.
My Rebecca looked so sweet,
dressed so plain,
I knew I'd miss her,
I longed to kiss her,
and so I'm going back again.

Where the honeysuckle vine
twines itself around the door,
a sweetheart mine,
is waiting patiently for me,
I can hear the Whippoorwill
tell me softly from the hill,
her mem'ry haunts you,
Rebecca wants you,
so come back to SunnyBrook Farm

Where the honeysuckle vine
twines itself around the door,
a sweetheart mine,
is waiting patiently for me,
I can hear the Whippoorwill
tell me softly from the hill,
her mem'ry haunts you,
Rebecca wants you,
so come back to SunnyBrook Farm

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Rebecca Of Sunny-Brook Farm 1914
Music by Albert Gumble
Lyrics by Seymour Brown
© MCMXIV by Jerome H. Remick & Co. N.Y. & Detroit
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 17 August 2005 at 21.25
in association with Doug Grierson
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