Sweetheart
Year 1921
Words by Benny DavisMusic by Arnold Johnson Leo Feist Inc. New York |
First Verse Sweetheart ever since you went away, Seems that all my dreams have gone astray, I miss your smiling face, I miss your fond embrace; I hope you miss me too, I love you: Second Verse I received a letter yesterday From my little sweetheart far away, She's awf'ly lonesome too, I know just what I'll do, I'll answer right away, and I'll say: Chorus Sweetheart, I'm longing for you, Nothing's been right since we parted, Swetheart, forgive me, please do, Let's be the same as when we started; I'm wrong and I've learned my lesson, Somehow I need sympathy, so, Sweetheart, we never will part If you will come back to me. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Is There Still Room For Me Neath The Old Apple Tree
Year 1915
By Edgar Leslie, Lew Brown and
Maurice Abrahams
Kalmar Puck and Abrahams1570 Broadway New York |
First Verse Hello there long distance, please don't make me wait in vain I asked you to connect me with a homestead down in Maine. I hate to hold the wire, don't get mad if I complain I long to hear my sweetheart's voice again, Oh, hello dear, yes, this is me, I'm many miles away, I'm lonesome and I just called up to say. Second Verse Listen operator, what's the matter with this phone It seems to me you never had a sweetheart of your own. You say there's wire trouble and you've got the numbers mixed Well, hurry up and get the wires fixed. Is that you dear? yes I can hear, they cut us off somehow, I'm waiting and I want your asnwer now. Chorus s there still room for me 'neath the old apple tree Where there once was a bench for two Oh, that bench wasn't long And you know it wasn't strong When I sat there with you. I've got fare back to Maine And I'll jump on a train If your heart beats as fond and as true Is there still room for me 'neath the old apple tree If there is I'll come back to you. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
My Sweetie
Year 1917
By Irving Berlin
Waterson, Berlin and Snyder Co.Strand Theatre Building Broadway at 47th Street New York |
First Verse I never felt so happy before, A little rascal knocked at my door; It's Cupide that I'm speaking of, I'm in love, So in love; I must confess that right from the start; I went and lost my heart. Second Verse You've seen an exhibition where they, Charge you a large admission to stay; I mean the paintings that they show, Fine, I know, But don't go; I've got a picture and it's a treat; You needn't buy a seat. Chorus Looking so dreamy at my sweetie, Feeling so terribly proud; She makes a specialty, Of looking good to me, She ought to be right in Tiffany's window, She's a jewel, I know that you'll agree. Wait till I'm married to my sweetie, How happy I'll be; I've got the bungalow paid for, I've had it 'speacilly made for; My sweetie, Sweetie, eetie, eetie; My sweetie and me. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
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