In my lonely heart there lingers a dream that haunts me again
Of a girl with eyes like the flowers that moon down in blue bonnet lay
I can see a pale moon rising above a blue misty plain
And I walk with my blue-eyed darling in my memory once again
Oh those sweet happy hours, in my heart they will always remain
Like the sweet fragrance of the flowers that bloom down in blue bonnet lay
Oh those sweet happy hours, in my heart they will always remain
Like the sweet fragrance of the flowers that bloom down in blue bonnet lay
