Dearie - Elsie Baker (1950)

"Dearie"

Elsie Baker

Victor 17189

Song by Clare Beecher Kummer

The world's growing older each day.
And the world's growing colder, they say.
The world has no place for a dreamer of dreams.
Ah, then it's no place for me, it seems.

For I dream of you all the day long.
You run through the hours like a song.
Sometimes I think if the world could see
My golden dreams, it would envy me.

Dearie, my dearie
Nothing's worth while, but dreams of you
And you can make every dream come true

Dearie, my dearie
Give me your hand, say you understand
My dearie

Then tho' it's so cold and so gray,
Here I would be willing to stay,
For ever and ever and even a day,
If only my dearie to me would say,
One word that would make my heart sing
And turn all the winter to spring,
Sunshine and skies that are cloudless and blue,
For all of my day depends on you!.