Wait For The Wagon |
Will you come with me, my Phyllis dear, To yon 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.
2. Where the river runs like silver | 3. Do you believe, my Phyllis, 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 plough. Chorus:
4. Your lips are red as poppies,
5. Together, on life's journey, |