I'll Be Happy When The Preacher Makes You Mine
Composer(s): Sam M. Lewis; Joe Young; Walter Donaldson



I'm blue, so blue 
Can't get interested in a thing I do
If you only knew 
The dreams that I've been dreaming of you all night through 
Only yesterday I dreamed I lost you 
I awoke and found myself in tears 
One week, seven little days 
Seem like seven years

Amen, Amen 
Let me hear that word then I'll be glad again
Till then, you know when 
I'll be just like a lion in a lonely den
Bought the ring and everything is ready 
All I've got to do is slip it on 
One week, seven little days 
Wish that they were gone

I can't wait until next Sunday morning 
I'll be so happy when the preacher makes you mine 
You love the melodies, of birds and honey bees 
But tell me what could be sweeter than the choir singing
While the wedding bells are ding dong dinging 
On our way to church next Sunday morning 
We'll hear the people whisper, "don't they both look fine" 
I may be nervous for a while 
and during service I won't smile 
But I'll be dog-gone happy when the preacher makes you mine 
(Amen then, hal-le-lu-jah, hal-le-lu-jah!)