THE SWEETEST PAST-TIME
By Londis Carpenter © 2005
If I could write a song each day, until I’m ninety-two,
Have each song playing on the radio—
I would only write true love songs, dedicate them all to you,
Because you’re the sweetest past-time that I know.
You’re the one I want to go with to the picture show
You’re the one I want to dance my dosey-do
You’re the only one it seems
That fills up all my dreams
You’re The Sweetest Past-Time
Any boy could know.
If I could go-a-fishing each day of my life,
With all the fishes fighting for my line—
I’d never fish the river; I’d just fish for your true love
Because, Honey you’re my fa-vo-rite past time.
If I could be a hero in a children’s story book,
Rescue maidens from the dragon’s that I slay—
I would put you on my steed of white and carry you away
So that you could be my past-time every day.
You’re the one I want to be with when I make woopee
You’re the only one I want to share my life
I love you more each day
And that is why I say
Pretty past-time—I'm so glad that you're my wife.