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HONOLULU BY THE SEA

Frost

It's just the time the moon is shining down
In Honolulu by the sea;

It's just the time the ukuleles sound
In Honolulu by the sea.

Sleep, dream, my Honolulu lady,

Tho' I'm far away from thee;

Sweet breezes whisper love songs as of yore,
When last you said farewell to me.

Chorus:

Once again I seem to hear her softly singing;
"Alohaoe, Alohaoe,"

When thro' the pines the ukuleles ringing
Bring back the happy days that used to be,
Honey Lou, my tears are falling,

As I seem to hear you softly calling me,
"Alohaoe, Alohaoe,"

In Honolulu by the sea.

The same old silvery moon is shining there,
In Honolulu by the sea,

With same sweet songs the night birds fill the air,

In Honolulu by the sea.

Sleep, dream, my ukulele lady,

Won't you sing once more to me

The song that used to drive away all care,

In Honolulu by the sea?

Pathe Record 10037

HOME, SWEET HOME

Payne

'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,

Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home! Home! Sweet, home!

There's no place like home; there's no place like home.

An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain,
Oh! Give me my lowly thatch'd cottage again,
The birds singing gaily, that come to my call,

Give me them with that peace of mind, dearer than all.
Home! Home! Sweet, home!

There's no place like home; there's no place like home.
Columbia Record 5283

GLORIOUS THINGS OF THEE ARE SPOKEN

Cowner

Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion City of our God,

He whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode,
On the rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose!
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou canst smile at all thy foes.
See the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Will supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint while such a river,
Ever flows thy thirst to assuage?
Grace which like the Lord the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hov'ring,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a cov'ring

Showing that the Lord is near!
He who gives them daily manna,
He who listens when they cry,
Let Him hear the loud hosanna,
Rising to His throne on high.

Columbia Record 1582

GARDEN OF SLEEP

de Lara

On the grass of the cliff, at the edge of the steep,
God planted a garden, a garden of sleep.

'Neath the blue of the sky, 'neath the green of the corn, It is there that the regal red poppies are born.

Brief days of desire and long dreams of delight,

They are mine when my poppy-land cometh in sight.

O heart of my heart, where the poppies are born,

I am waiting for thee in the hush of the corn.

In my garden of sleep, where red poppies are spread,
I wait for the living, alone with the dead,
For a tower in ruins stands guard o'er the deep,
At whose feet are green graves of dear women asleep.
Did they love as I love, when they lived by the sea?
Did they wait as I wait for the days that may be?
O life of my life on the cliffs by the sea
By the graves in the grass-I am waiting for thee.
Columbia Record 5911