FEATHER YOUR NEST
(Kendis / Brockman / Howard Johnson, 1920)
Oh sweetheart mine, it's wedding time,
The whole world seems to say;
The summer days are fading,
Into loveland let us stray;
Birds sing merrily,
High up in each tree,
And, sweetheart, they sing messages,
Just for you and me.
Your heart is beating peacefully
When friends are fond and true,
The world is filled with gladness
When the one you love loves you;
Mountains or the sea over we may roam,
The path that leands to love, sweet love,
Leads to home sweet home.
The birds are humming, "go feather your nest,"
Tomorrow's coming so feather your nest,
It's time for mating, no use hesitating,
The parson is waiting, he knows just whether it's best;
In a home for two, love, together we'll rest,
Where only true love, can weather the test;
Don't be delaying, the organ is playing,
The whole world is saying, "Go feather your nest."