Gee it's great after staying out late, walking my baby back home. arm in arm, over meadow and farm, walking my baby back home. We go on harmonizing a song or she's reciting a poem, owls fly by and they give me the eye, walking my baby back home. We stop for awhile, she gives me a smile and cuddles her cheek to my chest. we start to pet and that's when i get her powder all over my vest. After i kind of straighten my tie, she has to borrow my comb. it's one kiss then we continue again walking my baby back home.
WALKING MY BABY BACK HOME
- ESCRITORES - FRED E. AHLERT,ROGER GAUFFRETEAU,ROY TURK