Walking My Baby Back Home
Fred E. Ahlert, Roy Turk
Gee, it's great after staying out late,
Walking my baby back home
Arm in arm, over meadow and farm
Walking my baby back home
We go on harmonizing a song
Or she's reciting a poem
Owls fly by and they give me the eye
Walking my baby back home
We stop for awhile
She gives me a smile
And cuddles her cheek to my chest
We start to pet and that's when I get
Her powder all over my vest
After I kind of straighten my tie
She has to borrow my comb
It's one kiss then we continue again
Walking my baby back home