With All the Frills Upon It

The house is dressing up in its spring finery now. Just like when I was young, my father always got my mother and me camellia corsages at Easter. And then my mother and I would buy ourselves new dresses too, and shoes and hats as well, and feel so fine stepping out in the warm spring weather. I like to think the house is dressing up for spring that way now. It always looks so pleased with itself this time of year.

House in Spring














Easter Parade
Lyrics by Irving Berlin

In your easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You’ll be the grandest lady in the easter parade.
I’ll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I’ll be the proudest fellow in the easter parade.
On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet,
And of the girl I’m taking to the easter parade.

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