Be careful, it’s my heart
It’s not my watch you’re holding, it’s my heart
It’s not the note I sent you
That you quickly burned
It’s not the book I lent you
That you never returned
Remember, it’s my heart
[Editor’s note: Abraham is a celebration of Abraham Lincoln‘s birthday — and several of the performers are in blackface, to represent freed slaves. If you’re offended … you’ve been warned. Bear in mind that this is using 1942’s sensibilities, not 21st century’s attitudes.]
Upon a February morn
A tiny baby boy was born
Abraham, Abraham
One minute to midnight
One minute to go
One minute to say good-bye
Before we say hello
Happy holiday, happy holiday
While the merry bells keep ringing
May your every wish come true
Ev’ry time
I see a puppy upon a summer’s day
A puppy dog at play
My heart is filled with envy
That’s because
My heart is yearning to pass the time away
Like that pup
’cause I’m all fed up
And tho’ it’s wrong to be
I long to be
I could dance nightly
Just holding you tightly, my sweet
I could keep right on
Because you’re so light on your feet
You’re easy to dance with
Here she comes, down the street
My, oh my, ain’t she sweet?
Why, here comes my hot toddy
Over my dead body
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My Heart Tells Me (Should I Believe My Heart?) was a 1940s standard, It has been recorded by numerous artists, including:
Titled “My Heart Tells Me (Should I Believe My Heart?)”, it topped The Billboard’s National Best Selling Retail Records chart for five weeks in 1944.
My Heart Tells Me [song lyrics]
