Bing Crosby — Ida, Sweet As Apple Cider lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Ida, Sweet As Apple Cider" by Bing Crosby.
Lyrics
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 sinking in dat Golden West,
Little robin red breast gone to seek their nests,
And I sneak down to dat place I love the best,
Ever’y evening there along I sigh.
Chorus: 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 as tho' can’t live without you,
Listen, please, honey do!
Ida! I idolize yer
I love you, Ida, 'deed I do.