Hello, Central,
Hello, hurry,
Give me four-oh-three;
Hello, Mary,
Hello, Jerry,
Yes, yes, this is me!
Just landed at the pier
And found the telephone,
We've been parted for a year,
Thank God, at last I'm home!
Haven't time to talk a lot,
Though I'm feeling mighty gay;
Listen, sweet forget-me-not,
I've only time to say:
All of No Man's Land is ours, dear,
Now I have come back home to you,
My honey true,
Wedding bells in Junie-June
All will tell by the tunie-tune,
The victory's won, the war is over,
The whole wide world is wreathed in clover!
Then, hand-in-hand we'll stroll through life, dear.
Just think how happy we will be,
I mean, we three,
We'll pick a bungalow among the fragrant boughs,
And spend our honeymoon with the blooming flowers,
All of No Man's Land is ours.
Noble Sissle - All of No Mans Land is Ours Lyrics
Noble Sissle - All of No Mans Land is Ours Lyrics
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Hello, Central,
Hello, hurry,
Give me four-oh-three;
Hello, Mary,
Hello, Jerry,
Yes, yes, this is me!
Just landed at the pier
And found the telephone,
We've been parted for a year,
Thank God, at last I'm home!
Haven't time to talk a lot,
Though I'm feeling mighty gay;
Listen, sweet forget-me-not,
I've only time to say:
All of No Man's Land is ours, dear,
Now I have come back home to you,
My honey true,
Wedding bells in Junie-June
All will tell by the tunie-tune,
The victory's won, the war is over,
The whole wide world is wreathed in clover!
Then, hand-in-hand we'll stroll through life, dear.
Just think how happy we will be,
I mean, we three,
We'll pick a bungalow among the fragrant boughs,
And spend our honeymoon with the blooming flowers,
All of No Man's Land is ours.
Hello, hurry,
Give me four-oh-three;
Hello, Mary,
Hello, Jerry,
Yes, yes, this is me!
Just landed at the pier
And found the telephone,
We've been parted for a year,
Thank God, at last I'm home!
Haven't time to talk a lot,
Though I'm feeling mighty gay;
Listen, sweet forget-me-not,
I've only time to say:
All of No Man's Land is ours, dear,
Now I have come back home to you,
My honey true,
Wedding bells in Junie-June
All will tell by the tunie-tune,
The victory's won, the war is over,
The whole wide world is wreathed in clover!
Then, hand-in-hand we'll stroll through life, dear.
Just think how happy we will be,
I mean, we three,
We'll pick a bungalow among the fragrant boughs,
And spend our honeymoon with the blooming flowers,
All of No Man's Land is ours.