THE SWEETEST MELODY OF ALL
(Grant Clarke / Jimmie V. Monaco,   1916)


When I was born I had an ear for music, I loved sweet lullabies,
And every morn' when I would hear sweet music, I'd open up my eyes; 
Father bought a baby grand, I learned to play it with one hand, 
Music always made me gay, And I'm the same today.

Down in the hall we've got a pianola, It's going night and day, 
And that's not all, We bought a new victrola, To make the servants stay; 
All the kids have tuneful toys, Or anything for nifty noise,
Tho' grandmother's eighty three, She sings close harmony.

I love to hear sweet melodies, I love the song birds in the trees, 
I love an opera grand, A big brass band, Or any little tune from Dixie land. 
I love to hear the bugle call, For any tune I'm bound to fall, 
But to hear a little baby calling you papa, That's the sweetest melody of all.

I love to hear sweet melodies, I love the song birds in the trees, 
I love an opera grand, A big brass band, Or any little tune from Dixie land. 
I love to hear the bugle call, For any tune I'm bound to fall, 
But to hear a little baby calling you mama, That's the sweetest melody of all.