sweetly the eagles are mooing.
But the sound of your little voice, darling,
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
And the beauty where the skies are blue
Seen the beauty of the English sunset
But to me it'll all be you
As sweet as the honey from
Sweeter than the grape from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you,
And I hope someday you'll be mine
Well, birds, birds, birds, does a bumblebee
A tweedly -tweedly -dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
I've seen the beauty of the red -red rose
And the beauty when the skies are blue
Seen the beauty of the English sunset
But there ain't none of you
Sweeter than honey from a honeycomb
Sweeter than a grape from a vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you,
And I hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine