Poetry |
Written to a little blue-eyed girl. |
Alaska in Nebraska1.When it’s Alaska in Nebr. & the snow drifts high, When it’s Alaska in Nebr. & the birdies fly To a land of sunny clime underneath a southern sky, Then in my dreams I’m coming Where honey bees are humming, To my little summertime sweetheart. When it’s Alaska in Nebr. & the snow flakes fly, When it’s Alaska in Nebr., then I sit & sigh As I daily dream of a woodland stream, And my little summertime sweetheart. 2. When it’s Alaska in Nebr. & the cold winds blow, When it’s Alaska in Nebr. then I long to go To the land of love & sunshine, where the crimson roses grow: A blue-eyed girl is waiting, I know she’ll not be dating, She’s my little summertime sweetheart. (unsigned) Return to Top |