By the Sapphire Sea : with fox-trot chorus / words by Harry B. Smith and Francis Wheeler music by Ted Snyder
Snyder, Ted, 1881-1965. “By the Sapphire Sea : with fox-trot chorus / words by Harry B. Smith and Francis Wheeler music by Ted Snyder.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/32688. Accessed 15 May 2021.
|Title||By the Sapphire Sea : with fox-trot chorus / words by Harry B. Smith and Francis Wheeler music by Ted Snyder|
|Subject||Popular music -- 1921-1930|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Cover illustrated by Frederick S. Manning|
|Fox-trot chorus on page 5|
|Back cover: Excerpt of Pick me up and lay me down in dear old Dixieland|
|Creator||Snyder, Ted, 1881-1965|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York : Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co.|
|Contributor||Smith, Harry B. (Harry Bache), 1860-1936. Lyricist.|
|Wheeler, Francis. Lyricist.|
|Manning, Frederick S. Lyricist.|
|1227 Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: Somewhere over there by the Sapphire Sea, the whispering palm trees are calling me;First line of chorus: Merrily we'll sail upon the Sapphire Sea, to a little isle where happy we will be|
VERSE 01: Somewhere over there by the Sapphire Sea,/The whispering palms trees are calling me;/To skies ever blue, there alone with you,/Is where I am longing to be./The world we’ll forget, and your lips and eyes,/Will show me the way to love’s paradise,/To, that land of summertime far away,/I’m going to take you someday.
CHORUS: Merrily we’ll sail upon the Sapphire Sea,/To a little isle where happy we will be./Where moon beams bright,/Kiss you each night/Beside the silver waves we’ll be together./While the stars are shining thru the waving palms,/Sweetheart, I will hold you in my loving arms./And life will seem,/Just like a dream, with you beside the Sapphire Sea.
VERSE 02: On that sunny island, the roses rare,/Are blooming to give us a welcome there;/And we’ll be alone, in a world out own,/Forgetting all trouble and care,/We’ll watch by the sea while the sails go by,/Till stars shine above in the ev’ning sky,/You’ll rest in my arms while the moon beams bright,/And dream thru the midsummer night.
|Original Format||1 score (5 pages) 31 cm|