I MISS YOU HONEY, MISS YOU ALL THE TIME
(Charles K. Harris, 1911)
I can see a picture of a cottage
In a valley 'neath a Southern sky,
I can see her standing 'mid the flowers.
Where we plighted troth, my love and I;
Just a lovers quarrel, then we parted,
She may love another, I suppose
But my heart goes out to her with yearning,
And I wonder if my Honey knows.
Violets are growing in the meadow,
Honey suckles twine around her door,
I can see her in the grassy orchard.
Over her the pink white blossoms pour;
There is something calls me back to Honey,
'T is no use, I'm going home today,
Take her in my arms once more and tell her,
How I longed to see her and to say.
Oh, how I miss you Honey, miss you,
Could I only kiss you, kiss you,
If I could but hold you in my arms again;
For, oh, my heart is sad and weary
Just for you, my little dearie,
How I miss you, honey, miss you all the time.