I'LL BE HAPPY WHEN THE PREACHER MAKES YOU MINE
(Words by Sam M. Lewis, Joe Young / Music by Walter Donaldson, 1919)


I'm blue, so blue, Can't get interested in a thing I do;
If you only knew, The dreams that I've been dreaming of you
all night through; Only yesterday I dreamed I lost you, I awoke
and found myself in tears; One week, seven little days; Seem like
seven years.

Amen, Amen, Let me hear that word then I'll be glad again;
Till then, you know when, I'll be just like a lion in a lonely den;
Bought the ring and everything is ready All I've got to do is slip
it on; One week, seven little days; Wish that they were gone.

I can't wait until next Sunday morning, I'll be so happy when the
preacher makes you mine; You love the melodies, of birds and honey
bees; But tell me what could be sweeter than the choir singing,
While the wedding bells are ding dong dinging; On our way to
church next Sunday morning, We'll hear the people whisper, "don't
they both look fine," I may be nervous for a while, and during service
I won't smile, But I'll be dog-gone happy when the preacher makes
you mine. (Amen then, hal-le-lu-jah, hal-le-lu-jah!)