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.