Oldies Medley

There’s a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There’s a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
‘Til the day that I’ll be going down
That long, long trail with you.

There’s a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And the white moon beams:
There’s a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
‘Til the day that I’ll be going down
That long, long trail with you.

It’s a long way to Tipperary,
It’s a long way to go,
It’s a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye, Piccadilly! Farewell, Leicester Square!
It’s a long, long way to Tipperary,
But my heart’s right there!

Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O’,
Saying, “Should you not receive it, write and let me know!
If I make mistakes in spelling, Molly, dear”, said he,
“Remember it’s the pen that’s bad, don’t lay the blame on me.”

Molly wrote a neat reply to Irish Paddy O’,
Saying, “Mike Maloney wants to marry me, and so,
Leave the Strand and Piccadilly, or you’ll be to blame,
For love has fairly drove me silly – hoping you’re the same!”

It’s a long way to Tipperary,
It’s a long way to go,
It’s a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye, Piccadilly! Farewell, Leicester Square!
It’s a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart’s right there!

There’s a song in the land of the lily,
Each sweetheart has heard with a sigh.
Over high garden walls this sweet echo falls
As a soldier boy whispers goodbye:

Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu
When the clouds roll by I’ll come to you.
Then the skies will seem more blue,
Down in Lover’s Lane, my dearie.

Wedding bells will ring so merrily
Ev’ry tear will be a memory.
So wait and pray each night for me
‘Til we meet again.

Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu
When the clouds roll by I’ll come to you.
Then the skies will seem more blue,
Down in Lover’s Lane, my dearie.

Wedding bells will ring so merrily
Ev’ry tear will be a memory.
So wait and pray each night for me
‘Til we meet again.