Benny Goodman (1936),
Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Mills Brothers, Eddie Cantor, Food
In the region where the roses always bloom,
Breathing out upon the air their sweet perfume,
Lives a dusky maid I long to call my own,
For I know my love for her will never die;
When the sun am sinkin' in dat golden West,
Little Robin Red Breast gone to seek their nests,
Then I sneak down to dat place I love the best,
Ev'ry ev'ning there alone I sigh.
Ida! Sweet as Apple Cider,
Sweeter than all I know,
Come out! in the silv'ry moonlight,
Of love we'll whisper, so soft and low!
Seems though can't live without you,
Listen, Oh, Honey, do!
Ida! I idolize yah!
I love you, Ida, 'deed I do!
Words and music: Eddie Munson, Eddie Leanard (1903)