My Sweetheart's the Man in the Moon
Everybody has a sweetheart, underneath the rose.
"Everybody loves a body", so the old song goes.
I've a sweetheart. You all know him just as well as me.
Every evening I can see him shortly after tea.
My sweetheart's the man in the moon
I'm going to marry him soon
'Twould fill me with bliss just to give him one kiss
But I know that a dozen I never would miss
I'll go up in a great big balloon
And see my sweetheart in the moon
Then behind some dark cloud, where no one is allowed,
I'll make love to the man in the moon.
I have often wondered where he spends his time all day.
P'raps he has another sweetheart many miles away.
Maybe some sweet dark-haired maiden daily he does woo.
But as long as I don't catch him, I'll believe him true.
Last night while the stars brightly shone.
He told me thru love's telephone
That when we were wed, he'd go early to bed
And never stay out with the boys (so he said)
We are going to marry, but soon.
The wedding takes place in the moon.
A sweet little Phoebus we'll fondle between us
When I wed my old man in the moon.
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DC
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!