VERSE 1

You ask me why I'm always teasing you,
You hate to have me call you pretty baby.
I really thought that I was pleasing you,
For you're just a baby to me.
Your cunning little dimples and your baby stare,
Your baby talk and baby walk and curly hair;
Your baby smile makes life worthwhile,
You're just as sweet as you can be.

REFRAIN

Ev'rybody loves a baby,
That's why I'm in love with you,
Pretty baby, pretty baby.
And I'd like to be your sister,

VERSE

This suspense is killing me,
I can't stand uncertainty.
Tell me now,
I've got to know,
Whether you want me to stay or go.

REFRAIN

Love me or leave me
And let me be lonely,
You won't believe me,
And I love you only.
I'd rather be lonely
Than happy with somebody else.
You might find the nighttime
The right time for kissing,
But nighttime is my time
For just reminiscing.
Regretting
Instead of forgetting with somebody else.
There'll be no one unless that someone is you.

VERSE

I have given you my true love,
But you love
A new love.
What am I supposed to do now,
With you now,
You're through now?
You'll be on your merry way,
And there's only this to say:

REFRAIN

" I'm through with love,
I'll never fall again,
Said " Adieu" to love,
" Don't ever call again,"
For I must have you or no one,
And so I'm through with love.
I've locked my heart,
I'll keep my feelings there.
I have stocked my heart
With icy frigidaire.

Let it not be, love, underneath a roof,
Closed in with furniture and four walls round;
But we will find a place wild, far aloof,
Our room the woods, our bed the sweet-smelled ground.

There at the soft foot of some friendly tree
With grass and leaves and flowers we will lie
Where all is wide and beautiful and free—
Free as when love first loved beneath the sky.

No lock or curtain need we in the shade
And silence of the forest's inmost fold:
And none save us shall know where we are laid
Or guess what nuptial day those woodlands hold.

Leaves of the summer, lovely summer's pride,
Sweet is the shade below your silent tree,
Whether in waving copses, where ye hide
My roamings, or in fields that let me see
The open sky; and whether ye may be
Around the low-stemm'd oak, robust and wide;
Or taper ash upon the mountain side;
Or lowland elm; your shade is sweet to me.

Whether ye wave above the early flow'rs
In lively green; or whether, rustling sere,
Ye fly on playful winds, around my feet,

In dying autumn; lovely are your bow'rs,
Ye early-dying children of the year;

(I D IDN'T Want TO D O I T )

VERSE 1

I've been worried all day long,
Don't know if I'm right or wrong,
I can't help just what I say,
Your love makes me speak this way.
Why, oh! why should I feel blue?
Once I used to laugh at you,
But now I'm cryin',
No use denyin',
There's no one else but you will do.

REFRAIN

You made me love you,
I didn't wanna do it,
I didn't wanna do it.
You made me want you,
And all the time you knew it,

VERSE

I'm so blue I don't know what to do,
All day through I'm pining just for you.
I did wrong when I let you go away
For now I grieve about you night and day.
I'm unhappy and dissatisfied,
But I'd be happy if I had you by my side.

REFRAIN

If I could be with you
I'd love you strong,
If I could be with you
I'd love you long.
I want you to know
I wouldn't go
Until I told you, honey, why I love you so.
If I could be with you
One hour tonight,

There was a lady loved a swine,
Honey, quoth she,
Pig-hog wilt thou be mine?
Hoogh, quoth he.

I'll build thee a silver sty,
Honey, quoth she,
And in it thou shalt lie.
Hoogh, quoth he.

Pinned with a silver pin,
Honey, quoth she,
That thou may go out and in.
Hoogh, quoth he.

Wilt thou have me now,
Honey? quoth she.
Speak or my heart will break.
Hoogh, quoth he.

Kiss me softly and speak to me low;
— Malice has ever a vigilant ear;
— What if Malice were lurking near?
Kiss me, dear!
Kiss me softly and speak to me low.

Kiss me softly and speak to me low;
— Envy, too, has a watchful ear;
— What if Envy should chance to hear?
Kiss me, dear!
Kiss me softly and speak to me low.

Kiss me softly and speak to me low;
— Trust me, darling, the time is near
— When lovers may love with never a fear;
Kiss me, dear!
Kiss me softly and speak to me low.

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;
The stars look very cold about the sky,
And I have many miles on foot to fare.
Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air,
Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily,
Or of those silver lamps that burn on high,
Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair:

For I am brimfull of the friendliness
That in a little cottage I have found;
Of fair hair'd Milton's eloquent distress,
And of his love for gentle Lycid drown'd;