Bing Crosby
Ida, Sweet as Apple Cider
In the region where the roses always bloom,Breathing out upon the air their sweet perfume,Lives a dusky maid I long to call my own,For, I know my love for her will never die,When the sun am sinking in dat Golden West,Little robin red breast gone to seek their nests,And I sneak down to dat place I love the best,Ever'y evening there along I sigh.Ida! Sweet as apple cider,Sweeter than all I know,Come out! In the silv'ry moonlight,Of love we'll whisper, so soft and low!Seems as tho' can't live without you,Listen, please, honey do!Ida! I idolize yerI love you, Ida, 'deed I do.
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