My Darling Hildegarde

MY DARLING HILDEGARD
WRITER HAROLD REIDBum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Bum, ba, ba, um, ba, ba, buma Um, ba, ba, bum, ba, ba, bum, ba, ba, um, ba, ba. There was a lock on the gate in the front a your house all day It could then have been out there for me to stay away Is that my name carved on a dead tree in your yard Why you treatin' me like this, my darlin' Hildegard? Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Bum, ba, ba, um, ba, ba, buma Um, ba, ba, bum, ba, ba, bum, ba, ba, um, ba, ba. That go home yankee sign on your front door Well I think that, that was a little bit uncalled for And my photo on the birdhouse was a cute jesture Course I got the message but wasn't that a good picture of me. Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum Bum, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Bum, ba, ba, um, ba, ba, buma Um, ba, ba, bum, ba, ba, bum, ba, ba, um, ba, ba. My darlin' Hildegard please don't be mad I'll give everything you've never had If you'll tear down all those signs and disreguard All those things you think of me, my darlin' Hildegard. Darlin' Hildegard...