Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy,
I have dreamt about you,
Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy,
You stand at my front door,
I cannot rest,
Say when will you come to me?
I am yours, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, only yours.

Every day at ten,
It could happen,
You step through the doorway two houses down,
But then you walk right by.

And as she saw you,
Mother already asked,
``Who is that nice, kind man
who lives next door?''

Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy,
I have dreamt about you,
Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy,
You stand at my front door,
I cannot rest,
Say when will you come to me?
I am yours, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, only yours.

Yes, I just dreamt,
You on the telephone,
I hear your voice asking me tenderly
``When could we see each other?''

But at half till eight,
I awake,
And the first kiss under the cherry tree
Was sadly just a dream.

Yes, yes, yes, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy,
I have dreamt about you,
Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy,
You stand at my front door,
I cannot rest,
Say when will you come to me?
I am yours, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, only yours.
Truly I am yours,
Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, Sonny Boy, only yours.