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I Sit In The Sun

Timothy’s late, Timothy’s late,
Never mind, I’m happy to wait,
There’s nothing to do on this fine summer day,
It’s easy to while the time away.

I ought to do as my mother said,
And think of the man that I might wed,
But now I’m happy, now I’m free,
And the summer sun’s enough for me.

Chorus

I sit in the sun and one by one,
I collect my thoughts and think them over.
Say to myself: Sit tight on the shelf,
As long as you feel that you’re in clover.
Maybe I’ll wait till I’m too late,
But I shall have waited for one good reason:
Here in the sun, the sun, the sun,
I might be in love by the end of the season.

There’s Viscount A, and gay Lord B,
And of course the Honourable Mr C.
Whom have I missed from this glittering list?
Surely he must be the one for me.

Why not do as the other girls do,
And search for a man the summer through?
Call me a fool, but I’ll follow the rule:
Wait, and your love will come to you.

(Chorus)