Lyrics:
A winsome miss of seven,
A lad just full of fun,
Beneath the cherry blossoms,
Were swinging in the sun;
Of course to keep from falling, his arm around her strayed,
While softly he was singing,
Singing as they swayed:
chorus:
Won't you be my sweetheart,
I love you;
Be my little sweetheart,
Ever true.
Listen to my pleading,
Do I pray,
Won't you be my sweetheart,
Don't say nay.
Long years have passed since swinging
'Neath the cherry blossoms bright,
She's waiting in the shadows
Of a sunset's golden light;
A well-known step sounds near her,
His arms her form enfold,
With meaning now he's singing
The sweet, sweet song of old:
Old grandma in the orchard,
Tells stories of their youth,
With Willie pearched on one knee,
The other holding Ruth,
While grandpa bending o'er them,
Is humming tunes that throng,
With melodies of happy years,
Since singing the old sweet song:
