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by Richard |
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Whiting & |
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Gus Kahn I saw the splendor of the moonlight |
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On Honolulu |
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Bay There's something tender in the moonlight |
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On Honolulu |
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Bay And all the beaches are filled with peaches |
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Who bring their ukes along |
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And in the glimmer of the moonlight |
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They love to sing this song 1: |
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If you like |
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Ukulele Lady |
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Ukulele Lady like a'you |
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If you like to linger where it's shady |
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Ukulele Lady linger too |
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If you kiss |
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Ukulele Lady |
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While you promise ever to be true |
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And she sees another |
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Ukulele Lady foolin' 'round with you 2: |
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Maybe she'll sigh (an awful lot) |
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Maybe she'll cry (and maybe not) |
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Maybe she'll find somebody else |
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By and by |
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To sing to when it's cool and shady |
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Where the tricky wicky wacky woo |
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If you like |
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Ukulele Lady |
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Ukulele Lady like a'you |
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She used to sing to me by moonlight |
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On Honolulu |
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Bay Fond memories cling to me by moonlight |
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Although I'm far away |
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Some day I'm going, where eyes are glowing |
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And lips are made to kiss |
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To see somebody in the moonlight |
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And hear the song |
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I miss Repeat 1. |
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Repeat 2. |
