Till The Swanee River Runs Dry 1919

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 27 Nov 2009
2009

While Dixie moonlight shines above you
you ask me how long
I will love you,
'neath Southern skies
love never dies.
Dixie is the Paradise,
of hearts and eyes,
I won't change the old love for the new,
Dearie, this is how long I'll love you.

Till the cotton blossoms bloom
no more in Caroline,
and the sweet Virginia melons
wither on the vine,
Till the birds in Tennessee
hush their melody
and magnolias down in Georgia
fall from ev'ry tree,
Till Louisiana sugar cane
no longer grows
and the sunshine of Kentucky
fails to kiss the rose,
as long as that old mellow moon shines
in the Dixie sky.
I will love you,
love you till the Swanee River runs dry.

Till the cotton blossoms bloom
no more in Caroline,
and the sweet Virginia melons
wither on the vine,
Till the birds in Tennessee
hush their melody
and magnolias down in Georgia
fall from ev'ry tree,
Till Louisiana sugar cane
no longer grows
and the sunshine of Kentucky
fails to kiss the rose,
as long as that old mellow moon shines
in the Dixie sky.
I will love you,
love you till the Swanee River runs dry.

I'll always love you
and no other,
Just like my daddy loved my mother,
she loved him, too,
she was true blue,
Come to think about it
she looked just like you,
I know daddy loved her all the time,
for I heard him
sing this little rhyme.

Till the cotton blossoms bloom
no more in Caroline,
and the sweet Virginia melons
wither on the vine,
Till the birds in Tennessee
hush their melody
and magnolias down in Georgia
fall from ev'ry tree,
Till Louisiana sugar cane
no longer grows
and the sunshine of Kentucky
fails to kiss the rose,
as long as that old mellow moon shines
in the Dixie sky.
I will love you,
love you till the Swanee River runs dry.

Till the cotton blossoms bloom
no more in Caroline,
and the sweet Virginia melons
wither on the vine,
Till the birds in Tennessee
hush their melody
and magnolias down in Georgia
fall from ev'ry tree,
Till Louisiana sugar cane
no longer grows
and the sunshine of Kentucky
fails to kiss the rose,
as long as that old mellow moon shines
in the Dixie sky.
I will love you,
love you till the Swanee River runs dry.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
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Till The Swanee River Runs Dry 1919
words & music by Jack Mahoney
© MCMXIX by Geo.A.Friedman Inc. - New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 27 November 2009 at 10.25
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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