| Little girl in bloom
|
| With happy heart you wipe aside
|
| Any sadness, sorrow or gloom
|
| Tomorrow you’ll be a blushing bride
|
| That loves her blushing groom
|
| Little girl in bloom
|
| You watch the men play cricket
|
| From the window in your room
|
| See the ball go from bat to wicket
|
| Pass away the afternoon
|
| Little girl in bloom
|
| Carries a secret
|
| The child she carries in her womb
|
| She feels something sacred
|
| She’s gonna be a mammy soon
|
| When your daddy comes home
|
| Don’t tell him till alone
|
| When your daddy comes back
|
| Go tell him the facts
|
| Just relax and see how he’s gonna react
|
| Little girl in bloom
|
| All the clouds will go drifting by So sing your lullabying tune
|
| Every word is in your eyes
|
| As you sit and softly croon
|
| Little girl in bloom
|
| Your love it fills the air
|
| With the scent of the sweetest, sweet perfume
|
| You feel so good you just don’t care
|
| You’re gonna be a mammy soon
|
| When your daddy comes home
|
| Don’t tell him till alone
|
| When your daddy comes back
|
| Go tell him the facts
|
| Just relax and see how he’s gonna react |