If I had my life to live, I'd sure live it over
Only walk in brand new shoes and just lay down in clover
Only work on Christmas Day. All the rest go sporting
Spend my days down at the creek, and every night go courting

Honey from the honey comb, water from the fountain
Sugar from the sugar cane and my wild rose of the mountain

When I think of home sweet home, it makes my eyes grow misty
Poppa singing gospel tunes and Momma sipping whiskey
Whiskey from a white oak barrel sure does make good liquor
Makes the nights seem twice as bright and the days go by much quicker

Honey from the honey comb, water from the fountain
Sugar from the sugar cane and my wild rose of the mountain

If I had a new-made quilt, I'd fill it up with feathers
Take my Rosie by the hand and lay down there together
Oh, the days that I was young! Thoughts that keep returning
Drive the winter night away just like a log fire burning

Honey from the honey comb, water from the fountain
Sugar from the sugar cane and my wild rose of the mountain

Honey from the honey comb, water from the fountain
Sugar from the sugar cane and my wild rose of the mountain