Don't Cry, Suzanne (1962)
CHORUS: Goodbye, Suzanne. Don't cry Suzanne, though I'm gone away.
Yesterday was Sunday. Monday is today. [or "Monday is the day"?]
I hear the bugle blowin', callin' ev'ry man.
I'll be home by early spring. Don't cry, Suzanne.
1. You cannot come along, my love, to hear the cannons roar.
Your eyes are too gentle for to see the shame of war.
Some will be a-dyin' before the battle's through.
Some will be a-cryin', as I will be for you.
2. My love for you is stronger than the cannon or the drum.
My love for you is longer than the rollin' of the sun.
When brooks are overflowin' I'll be hitchin' up the plow.
I'll be back in time for autumn, but I must leave you now.
CHORUS: Goodbye, Suzanne. Don't cry Suzanne, though I'm gone away.
Yesterday was Sunday. Monday is today. [or "Monday is the day"?]
I hear the bugle blowin', callin' ev'ry man.
I'll be home by early spring. Don't cry, Suzanne.
1. You cannot come along, my love, to hear the cannons roar.
Your eyes are too gentle for to see the shame of war.
Some will be a-dyin' before the battle's through.
Some will be a-cryin', as I will be for you.
2. My love for you is stronger than the cannon or the drum.
My love for you is longer than the rollin' of the sun.
When brooks are overflowin' I'll be hitchin' up the plow.
I'll be back in time for autumn, but I must leave you now.