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.