My Pocket's Empty Baby

Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing

Ah she's so full of life

Sparkling with tiny red roses

Let there be music to please her

Let it be sunbright to light up her day

Let the moon light her night

And fill her with deep silent sleepiness

If I were a small bird so tiny

I'd hide in her hair just to be near her

To hear her sweet voice

And feel her sweet body beside me

And if I were a high lord with riches

I'd clothe her in satin from

India's far highlands

I would shoe her in gold

Then invite her to sit at my table

Step out young lady a-dancing

To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing

For your beauty so rare

Is as fresh as a sweet

Sunday morning