Sung by: Mr. J.A. Latham
Recorded in Batesville, AR 8/15/61
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And I wonder if you sometimes think of me?
For your sweet face haunts me ever, dear Louise,
And in dreams I kiss your sweet lips tenderly.
I seem to hear the old church chimes,
As in the bygone days.
I seem to hear the whippoorwill sadly,
And it brings me back to you, my dear Louise,
When the gentle waving cornfield far away.
Chorus: Oh, I’ve a longing in my heart for you, Louise,
And for the dear old sunny Southern home.
Oh, I can scent the honeysuckle and the fragrant jasmine.
Oh, I’ve a longing in my heart for you.
Birds are singing ‘round the dear old Southern home,
And the dark-haired maiden sits beneath the trees,
Thinking of her true love many miles away,
And she’s wondering if he’ll ever constant be,
When soft upon the summer’s breeze,
She hears her name, Louise.
It thrills a heart that beats for him alone.
Then he takes her in his arms so eagerly,
When he says, “I’ve come to claim you as my own.”