Memories

Lyrics

(Very Pleasant) We're sitting in the opera house; We're waiting for the curtain to arise With wonders for our eyes; We're feeling pretty gay And well we may "O, Jimmy, look!" I say "The band is tuning up And soon will start to play." We whistle and we hum Beat time with the drum We're sitting in the opera house; We're waiting for the curtain to arise With wonders for our eyes A feeling of expectancy A certain kind of ecstasy Expectancy and ecstasy... Sh's's's (Rather Sad) From the street a strain on my ear doth fall A tune as threadbare as that "old red shawl," It is tattered, it is torn It shows signs of being worn It's the tune my Uncle hummed from early morn 'Twas a common little thing and kind 'a sweet But 'twas sad and seemed to slow up both his feet; I can see him shuffling down To the barn or to the town A humming