SINGAPORE
(L. Wolfe Gilbert / Anatol Friedland)


Earl Fuller's Rector Novelty Orch. - 1918





He, of the sea, met a wee little Asian maid 
Bashful and so afraid she knew nothing much of love 
That's what he told her of 
Then came the call of the sea

Just like a rose, when it knows that the day is done 
She sees the fading sun go 
He leaves, she grieves 
As he sails he whispers soft and low

Sing, sing some more of the maid I left in old Singapore 
She is waiting for me there by the shore 
There's a welcome on the door 
"Call again, call again"

She told me bring, bring some more lover's trinkets 
To the one you adore 
There's a lot of love and kissing in store 
When you return to Singapore

He, made his plea, to his wee little Asian maid 
All with a serenade she knew nothing of his tongue 
Nor of the song he sung 
Still with her love she repaid
 
Far out at sea thoughts of she made his senses burn
And for her love he'd yearn 
She, seaman, freeman, Asian maid 
She fears for your return

Sing, sing some more of the maid I left in old Singapore 
She is waiting for me there by the shore 
There's a welcome on the door 
"Call again, call again"

She told me bring, bring some more lover's trinkets 
To the one you adore 
There's a lot of love and kissing in store 
When you return to Singapore






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - June 2014)