(Words by Mitchell Parish / Music by Eleanor Young, Harry D. Squires, 1922)
Won't you take a look at me,
I'm as nervous as can be,
Can't you see that I'm waiting so impatiently
For the morning to appear,
Every minute seems a year,
till I place the band upon the hand of my little sweetie dear.
How the hours seem to crawl,
Haven't slept a wink at all
Can't you see that I'm waiting for the rooster's call,
In a little while or so, 'Round the corner I will go,
where I'll place the band upon the hand of the sweetest girl I know.
Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a smile,
Tomorrow morning, as I march down the aisle
I'll have the cutest bunch of charm hanging on my arm,
You just wait'll you see my sweetie and me, what a happy pair we'll be,
when it's all over, hand in hand we will roam,
thru' fields of clover, to Home Sweet Home,
I just can't wait until the sunrise begins to rise,
tomorrow morning, I'll be in paradise.