Drifting like a waltz is the river of dreams;
The moon high in the sky loves to touch it with beams.
We all sit by the fire voices singing;
Our paradise, the Mississippi queen.
Da-dee da-dee dumpty, da-dee da-dee dee;
God's little child by the sea.
You'd free the one inside of me.
Your twinkling eyes my heart would view;
There's a clown in my mirror
blowing kisses at me;
She's "The Wild Irish Rose"
and she's happy and free.