American Old Time Song Lyrics: 59 Wait For The Wagon

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 59

WAIT FOR THE WAGON.

Will you come with me, my Phillis, dear,
To you blue mountain free.
Where the blossoms smell the sweetest.
Come rove along with me;
It's every Sunday morning.
When I am by your side.
We'll jump into the wagon,
And all take a ride.

Chorus.
Wait for the wagon.
Wait for the wagon.
Wait for the wagon.
And we'll all take a ride.

Where the river runs like silver.
And the birds they sing so sweet,
I have a cabin, Phillis.
And something good to eat;
Come listen to my story.
It will relieve my heart.
So jump into my wagon,
And off we will start.- Chorus.

Do you believe, my Phillis, dear,
Old Mike with all his wealth.
Can make you half so happy,
As I with youth and health?
We'll have a little farm,
A horse, a pig, and cow.
And you will mind the dairy.
While I do guide the plow.-Chorus.

Your lips are red as poppies,
Your hair so slick and neat,
All braided up with dahlias,
And hollyhocks so sweet;
It's every Sunday morning,
When I am by your side.
We'll jump into the wagon,
And all take a ride.-Chorus.

Together on life's journey
We'll travel till we stop,
And if we have no trouble,
We'll reach the happy top.
Then come with me, sweet Phillis,
My dear, my lovely bride.
We'll jump into the wagon.
And all take a ride.-Chorus.