In the region where the roses always bloom, Breathing out upon the air their sweet perfume, Lives a dusky maid I long to call my own, For, I know my love for her will never die; When the sun am sinking in dat golden west, Little robin red breast gone to seek their nests, And I sneak down to dat place I love the best, Ever'y evening there along I sigh. Chorus: ida! sweet as apple cider, Sweeter than all I know, Come out! in the silv'ry moonlight, Of love we'll whisper, so soft and low! Seems as tho' can't live without you, Listen, please, honey do! Ida! I idolize yer I love you, ida, 'deed I do.