Traditional: Cindy - The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Jerold Ottley

You ought to see my Cindy

She lives away down south

She’s so sweet the honeybees

Swarm around her mouth

The first time I saw Cindy

She was standing in the door

Her shoes and stockings in her hands

Her clothes all over the floor

I wish I were an apple

A-hangin on the tree

An' every time that Cindy passed

She’d take a bite o' me

She told me that she loved me

She called me Sugarplum

She drew her arms around me

I thought my time had come

She loved me on the mountainside

She loved me on the hill

And every time she said «I won’t»

Her echo said «I will!»

She took me to the parlor

She cooled me with her fan

She said I was the prettiest thing

In the shape of mortal man

She loves me in the summertime

She loves me in the fall

If she don’t love me all the time

I want no love at all

My Cindy is a pretty girl

My Cindy is a peach;

She throws her arms around my neck

And hangs on like a leech

If I had a pretty gal

I’d put her on a shelf;

Ev’ry time she smiled at me

I’d jump right up myself

Wish I had a needle and thread

Wish that I could sew

I’d sew that gal to my coat tails

And down the road we’d go

Get along home, Cindy Cindy

Get along home, Cindy Cindy

Get along home, Cindy Cindy

I’ll marry you some day

(or I’m gonna leave you now)