YOU'RE JUST TOO SWEET FOR WORDS, HONEY O' MINE
(Arthur Fields / Fred Hall / Bert Van Cleve)


Annette Hanshaw - 1931





Poets could sing about castles in Spain
In rhyme tell us of times spent in old lovers lane
But I'm no poet, so  I confess
Myy love for you words can't express.

You're just too sweet for words, Honey o' mine
There really are no words that can define
Your sweetest little style of smiling all of the while
I'd gladly walk a mile for some of your sunshine

Your honey-suckle sweet, Honey o' mine
But nothing sweet as you ever grew on a vine
Your lips are my honeycomb, like a bee I'm hurryin' home
You're just too sweet for words, Honey o' mine

(Instrumental Break)

You're just too sweet for words, Honey o' mine
There really are no words that can define
Your sweetest little style of smiling all of the while
I'd gladly walk a mile for some of your sunshine

Your honey-suckle sweet, Honey o' mine
But nothing sweet as you ever grew on a vine
Your lips are my honeycomb, like a bee I'm hurryin' home
You're just too sweet for words, Honey o' mine






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July 2014)