MY BLUE HEAVEN
Day is ending, birds are wending
Back to the shelter of
Each little nest they love.
Nightshades falling, lovers calling
What makes the world go 'round ?
Nothing but love.
When whippoorwhills call
And evening is nigh
I hurry to my Blue Heaven.
A turn to the right a little white light
Will lead you to my Blue Heaven.
You'll see a smiling face, a fireplace, a cosy room,
A little nest that's nestled where the roses bloom,
Just Mollie and me and baby makes three,
We're happy in my Blue Heaven.
December 17, 1927