From International Lyrics Playground

WHERE THE MORNING GLORIES GROW
(Music: Richard Whiting / Lyrics: Ray Egan & Gus Kahn - 1917)

Bing Crosby - 1976 (recorded at the London Palladium)

Also recorded by: The Cofer Brothers; Bob Strong; Dan Levinson.



I remember, I remember the place where I was born
Where the morning glories twine around the door at early morn
I've forgotten, I've forgotten how long I've been away
But I'd like to wander back again down the lane to yesterday

I want to wake up in the morning where the morning glories grow
Where the sun comes peepin' in where I'm sleepin' and the songbirds say "Hello"
I long to wander in the wildwood where the rippling waters flow
And go drifting back to childhood, where the morning glories grow

I remember, I remember the schoolhouse on the hill
And I wonder if the tiny folks are climbing up there still
I can picture, I can picture the dear old swimming pool
And the happy days that I spent there when I should have been in school

I want to wake up in the morning where the morning glories grow
Where the sun comes peepin' in where I'm sleepin' and the songbirds say "Hello"
I long to wander in the wildwood where the rippling waters flow
And go drifting back to childhood, where the morning glories grow


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ALTERNATE VERSION: Dedicated to the State of Florida, USA:


I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin' and the song birds say
"Hello"
I want to wander over yonder, pick the fruit that's hanging low
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow

I want to wake up in the morning where the ocean breezes blow
I want to cast my line on the falling tide where the tarpon swim below
I love the sunshine and the beaches, where the palms sway to and fro
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow

I want to wake up in the morning where the Spanish moss hangs low
Where the gators swim through the Everglades and the grand old live oaks grow
I love the wildwoods and the cities and the friends I've come to know
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin' and the song birds say
"Hello"
I want to wander through the orange groves where we children used to roam
And go drifting back to Florida, the place I call my home