| On an ocean of dreams I have wandered it seems | |
| Just wandering wandering on , | |
| Since I found the note sweetheart that you wrote just saying | |
| That you had already gone. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Will the pretty bird sing, | |
| Will the roses in the Spring | |
| Still blossom when they find that you have gone, | |
| Will the old pals be true | |
| Or will they all leave me too | |
| Just wandering wandering on | |
| Will the little brook play | |
| As it winds along its way | |
| Will the stars keep on shining tho' you've gone | |
| Will they find their way to you | |
| Will they tell you that I'm blue | |
| Or will they too leave me wandering on? | |
| Tho' you've left me and gone I'll keep wandering on | |
| Wandering down life's way | |
| And beneath the lovely blue I may wander back to you | |
| And my dreams will all come true someday. | |
| CHORUS |