Wait for the Wagon
Will you come with me, my Phyllis dear,
To yon blue mountain free ?
Where the blossoms smell the sweetest,
Come rove along with me.
It's every Sunday morning,
When I am by your side,
We'll jump into the wagon
And all take a ride.
Where the river runs like silver
And the birds they sing so sweet,
I have a cabin, Phyllis,
And something good to eat;
Come listen to my story,
It will relieve my heart;
So jump into the wagon,
And off we will start.
Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
And we'll all take a ride.
Do you believe, my Phyllis, dear,
Old Mike, with all this wealth,
Can make you half so happy
As I, with youth and health?
We'll have a little farm,
A horse, a pig and a cow;
And you will mind the dairy,
While I do guide the plough.
Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
And we'll all take a ride.
Your lips are red as poppies,
Your hair so slick and neat,
All braided up with dahlias,
And hollyhocks so sweet.
It's ev'ry Sunday morning,
When I am by your side,
We'll jump into the wagon,
And all take a ride.
Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
And we'll all take a ride.
Together, on life's journey,
We'll travel till we stop,
And if we have no trouble,
We'll reach the happy top;
Then come with me, sweet Phyllis,
My dear, my lovely bride,
We'll jump into the wagon,
And all take a ride.
Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
Wait for the wagon,
And we'll all take a ride.
Written by R. Bishop Buckley, sequenced by
Lesley Nelson
