In the re -gion where the ros-es al -ways bloom,

Breath-ing out up-on the air their sweet per -fume,

Lives a dus -ky maid I long to call my own,

For, I know my love for her will nev -er die;

When the sun am sin -kin' in dat gold -en west,

Lit -tle rob -in red breast gone to seek their nests,

Then I sneak down to dat place I love the best,

Ev -'ry ev'n -ing there a -long I sigh.

I -da, sweet as ap -ple ci -der

Sweet -er than all I know

Come out, in the silv' -ry moon -light,

Of love we'll whis -per so soft and low.

Seems tho' can't live with -out you,

Lis -ten Oh; Hon -ey do -o

I -da, I id -o -lize ya,

I Love you I -da, deed I do.