. . . Until My Daddy Comes Home.
A 1918 popular song.
Words by Sam M. Lewis and Joe Young.
Music by Pete Wendling.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- “Early to bed, early to rise”
I heard a mother say to her angel-eyes
“Dream of your Dad, my little lad
Don’t wake until the sun appears in the skies”
“I hate the sunshine,” he said
“It makes me get out of bed”
Chorus
“Oh! how I wish I could sleep
Until my Daddy comes home
Oh! mamma, why must we always be all alone?
I miss him more ev’ry day
How can you ask me to play
You’re always sighing and crying
Since he went away
Last night I heard Daddy call
But I was dreaming, that’s all
He kissed me, and he said
‘Go to bed, my own’
Oh! mamma, that’s when I thought
God made the nighttime too short
Oh! how I wish I could sleep
Until my Daddy comes home”
- Two little eyes, dotted with tears
They tell a story full of darkness and fears
Two shoulders bear sorrow and care
A weight too great for just a baby in years
“Mamma,” the laddie explains
“Sunshine brings nothing but pains”
Sung here by Vancha March: