My love for you do not git old.

Rose’s red, vi’ lets blue.

Sugar is sweet but not lak you.

De vi’lets fade, de roses fall;

But you gits sweeter, all in all.

As sho’as de grass grows’ round de stump,

You is my darlin’ Sugar Lump.

W’en de sun don’t shine de day is cold,

But my love for you do not git old.

De ocean’s deep, de sky is blue;

Sugar is sweet, an’ so is you;

De ocean waves an’de sky gits pale,

But my love are true, an’ it never fail.

1964.