Tulip Time 1919 "Ziegfeld Follies"

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 3 Nov 2007
2007

Listen to the evening bells a ringing,
all the wind mills now have gone to sleep,
can't you hear the boatmen sweetly singing
little stars above begin to peep.
Memories so tender and enthralling,
land of dykes where skies are ever blue.
Holland I can hear you softly calling,
Tulip Land, I'm coming back to you.

There's a place that I know
where the sweet tulips grow,
there is someone I love to see;
in the sweet tulip time
with her two lips to mine
just caressing, pressing, tenderly;
and in each, ev'ry kiss
there's an ocean of bliss;
and our wedding bells soon will chime.
And I'll build her a nest
and I hope we'll be blest
with a sweet, darling baby
and there may be more,
maybe ev'ry year,
just at Tulip Time.

There's a place that I know
where the sweet tulips grow,
there is someone I love to see;
in the sweet tulip time
with her two lips to mine
just caressing, pressing, tenderly;
and in each, ev'ry kiss
there's an ocean of bliss;
and our wedding bells soon will chime.
And I'll build her a nest
and I hope we'll be blest
with a sweet, darling baby
and there may be more,
maybe ev'ry year,
just at Tulip Time.

Dearie you have made the world seem brighter,
brighter yes than you will ever know,
and you've made this heart of mine feel lighter,
Dearie, just because I love you so
ev'rything that you have ever told me,
lingers like a lovely old refrain.
Take me in your arms for ever fold me
whisper to me softly once again.

There's a place that I know
where the sweet tulips grow,
there is someone I love to see;
in the sweet tulip time
with her two lips to mine
just caressing, pressing, tenderly;
and in each, ev'ry kiss
there's an ocean of bliss;
and our wedding bells soon will chime.
And I'll build her a nest
and I hope we'll be blest
with a sweet, darling baby
and there may be more,
maybe ev'ry year,
just at Tulip Time.

There's a place that I know
where the sweet tulips grow,
there is someone I love to see;
in the sweet tulip time
with her two lips to mine
just caressing, pressing, tenderly;
and in each, ev'ry kiss
there's an ocean of bliss;
and our wedding bells soon will chime.
And I'll build her a nest
and I hope we'll be blest
with a sweet, darling baby
and there may be more,
maybe ev'ry year,
just at Tulip Time.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Tulip Time 1919
Music by Dave Stamper
Lyrics by Gene Buck
from "The Ziegfeld Follies of 1919"
© MCMXIX by T.B.Harms * Francis, Day & Hunter  N.Y.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 3 November 2007 at 23.44
in association with Doug Grierson
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