Big pale moon
Was shining down on Tennessee
Birds in tune
Sang love's sweet melody
Homesick coon
Was sighing tenderly
And pretty soon
I listened to his plea
Lindy, Lindy, how much longer must I wait?
The "Good Book" says that man must take unto himself a mate
You need somebody who
Will cuddle up close to you
Next winter, Lindy
When the weather is windy
You know that birds and bees and chickens raise a family
And what was meant for them was meant for Lindy and me
Big pale moon
Still shining down on Tennessee
Birds in tune
Hum that same melody
Honeymoon
Will come eventually
And that same coon
Is urging hopefully