1 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 sinkin' in dat golden West,
Little Robin Red Breast gone to seek their nests,
Then I sneak down to dat place I love the best,
Ev'ry ev'ning there alone I sigh.
2 When the moon comes stealing up behind the hill,
Ev'rything around me seems so calm and stile,
Save the gentle calling of the Whippoor Will,
Then I long to hold her little hand in mine;
Thro' the trees the winds are sighing soft and low,
Seem to come and whisper that your love is true,
Come and be my own now, Sweet-heart do! oh do!
Then my life will seem almost divine.
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 tho' can't live without you,
Listen Oh! Honey do!
Ida! I Idolize yer, I
love you Ida, deed I do.