July 29th, 2003

turtle

Oh! You Beautiful Doll!

Lyrics Seymour Brown, music Nat D. Ayer, 1911

Honey dear, want you near,
Just turn out the light and then come over here;
Nestle close up to my side,
My heart's a fire, with love's desire.
In my arms, rest complete,
I never thought that life could ever be so sweet,
Till I met you, some time ago,
But now you know I love you so.

Oh! you beautiful doll, you great, big beautiful doll!
Let me put my arms about you, I could never live without you;
Oh! you beautiful doll, you great, big beautiful doll!
If you ever leave me how my heart will ache,
I want to hug you but I fear you'd break.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, you beautiful doll!

Precious prize, close your eyes,
Now we're goin' to visit lover's paradise;
Press your lips again to mine,
For love is king of ev'ry thing.
Squeeze me, dear, I don't care!
Hug me just as if you were a grizzly bear.
This is how I'll go through life,
No care or strife when you're my wife.

Oh! you beautiful doll, you great, big beautiful doll!
Let me put my arms about you, I could never live without you;
Oh! you beautiful doll, you great, big beautiful doll!
If you ever leave me how my heart will ache,
I want to hug you but I fear you'd break.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, you beautiful doll!
turtle

Oh, Promise Me

From Reginald DeKoven's comic operetta Robin Hood
Lyrics by Clement W. Scott
1891

Oh promise me that someday you and I,
Will take our love together to some sky.
Where we can be alone and faith renew,
And find the hollows where those flowers grew.
Those first sweet violets of early spring,
Which come in whispers thrill us both and sing
Of love unspeakable that is to be,
Oh promise me, oh promise me.

Oh promise me that you will take my hand,
The most unworthy in this lonely land.
And let me sit beside you in your eyes,
Seeing the vision of our paradise.
Hearing God's message while the voices roll,
They're mighty music to our very souls.
No love less perfect than a life with thee,
Oh promise me, oh promise me.
turtle

Beautiful Ohio

Melody Mary Earl, 1918; words Ballard MacDonald, 1918

Long, long ago, someone I know
Had a little red canoe,
In it room for only two,
Love found its start, then in my heart
And like a flower grew:

Drifting with the current down a moonlit stream
While above the heavens in their glory gleam
And the stars on high, twinkle in the sky
Seeming in a paradise of love divine
Dreaming of a pair of eyes that looked in mine
Beautiful Ohio, in dreams again I see
Visions of what used to be.