San Juan Hill

'Twas on a fine evening I never will forget
A charming young lady I first met
Her hair hone like gold, she gave my heart a thrill
She was walking alone down San Juan Hill

Every evening when I go home to bed
The thoughts of you darling run through my head
With a sobbing and a sighing as I turn myself around
When I think of you, the tears they do run down

A travler's life it ain't a merry life
They rob the young women of their heart's delight
And leave them behind far to weep and to mourn
And never know when they will return

The willow tree will twist, the willow tree will twine
I wish I was with that love of mine

So it's pass around the bottle boys and never mind the scores
Give to me the girl I love, I'll never ask for more
I'm leaving this country a-traveling I must go
My love for you is like a blooming rose



Credits
Writer(s): Duke Ellington, Brick Fleagle
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