YOU DON'T FIND A GIRL LIKE MY GIRL EVERY DAY.
Copyright, MDCCCXCV, by Henry J. Wehman.
Words and Music by Samuel H. Speck.
No singer sang of a girl half so fair,
Or as sweet as my girl Leanore;
No poet e'er dreamed of a beauty so rare
As possessed by the girl I adore.
There is no heart so true, there are no eyes so blue,
There is no girl with face so divine;
I gave her a ring the first moment I knew
That her heart would beat happy with mine.
For-You don't find a girl like my girl every day,
And it's no fault of mine, she stole my heart away;
She's like the diamond pure and white,
True as the stars that shine go bright,
And you don't find a girl like my girl every day.
'Tis true that she's poor, but she's pure just the same-
Yes, pure as the gold from the ore;
She'll bring me no fortune when she takes my name,
And our hearts heat as one ever more;
But with her by my side, down life's river we'll glide-
What happiness for us In store.
What care we for fortune with love as our guide'Twill be heaven with my Leanore.-Refrain.