American Old Time Song Lyrics: 48 Next Summer
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 48
Copyright. 1896, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Laura Ledyard. Music by Louise Tunlson.
Beautiful things there are coming this way,
Nearer and nearer, dear, ev'ry day;
Closer and closer, my baby, my baby.
Mischievous showers and faint little smells
Of far away flow'rs, in for away dells.
Are coming In April, my baby, my baby.
Sly little blossoms that clamber along
Close to the ground, till they grow big and strong.
Are coming In May, little baby.
Roses and bees, and a big yellow moon.
Coming together in beautiful June,
In lovely midsummer, my baby, my baby.
Pretty red cherries and bright little flies,
Twinkling and turning the fields into skies,
Will come in July, my baby.
Feathery clouds and long after moons,
Scarce a leaf stirring and birdies soft croons.
Are coming in August, my baby, my baby.
Glimpses of blue thro' the poppies and wheat,
One little birthday on fast-flying feet,
Will come In September, my baby, my baby, my baby.