The little sing birds sing to you “It’s June, Sweet June,”
The little rosebuds say you’ll wear them all real soon;
A world of happiness they’re bringing,
That’s why my waiting heart keeps singing.
You won’t be sorry when the church bells ring,
In the little green valley where the June birds sing;
You won’t be sorry when away we roam,
And build a dream nest call it Home Sweet Home
No palace of style, dear but cozy as doves
We’ll line it with smiles, dear
Entwine it with love
And someday you may croon a lullaby
Then you won’t be sorry
And neither will I
A little ray of sunshine and the whole world beams,
A little bit of love, dear, makes a world of dreams;
In our hearts ever love shall glow, dear,
So need you wonder why I know, dear.
Kerr, Harry D.; Burtnett, Earl; and Marcaise, Louis, "You Won't Be Sorry" (1922). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1309.
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