(I Hold Her Hand and She Holds Mine) From the Ziegfeld’s Follies of 1921. Words by Billy Rose and Ben Ryan. Music by Irving Bibo.
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“I hold her hand and she holds mine
Ain’t nature grand?
I feel a chill run down my spine
Ain’t nature grand?
That I look into her eyes
Listen to the way she sighs
And she believes my pretty lies
Ain’t nature grand?
Do we kiss? I’ll say we do
To beat the band
Mother nature taught us to
Ain’t nature grand?
When her dad with all his might
Yells “It’s time to say goodnight”
She says “Don’t go” and holds me tight
Ain’t nature grand?”
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“I hold her hand and she holds mine
Ain’t nature grand?
I feel a chill run down my spine
Ain’t nature grand?
Nature made her as it should
Not too bad and not too good
With me it did the best it could
Ain’t nature grand?
She sings sour in my ear
To beat the band
But I’m deaf and I can’t hear
Ain’t nature grand?
She wears skirts that catch the eye
I’ll admit she wears them high
But shes got two good reasons why
Ain’t nature grand?