I Miss My Swiss

(My Swiss Miss Misses Me).
A popular song from 1925.
Words by L. Wolfe Gilbert.
Music by Abel Baer.

Sheet music provided by Nicholas Leunissen:

I-Miss-My-Swiss – Sheet MusicDownload

Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:

I_Miss_My_Swiss – MIDIDownload

Lyrics

  1. He was a mountain climber
    And oh, how the boy could climb
    In cold July, he climbed so high
    Believe me I don’t lie
    He’d almost touch the sky
    And here’s the reason why
    She was a shepherd’s daughter
    Who lived on the highest peak
    Where he’d chase her and she’d chase him
    And they’d play hide and seek
    One day he lost his sweetheart
    He looked for her in vain
    And now this mountain climber
    Keeps singing this refrain

Chorus
I miss my Swiss, my Swiss miss misses me
I miss the bliss that Swiss kiss gives to me
I hear her yodelling sweet melodies
Like the birds and the bees from the Schweitzer trees
Her dear papa makes watches that are Swiss
That’s why he watches me like this
I lost her in the mountains
In the mountains she must be
I miss my Swiss, my Swiss miss misses me

  1. He was a bear in snowshoes
    And oh, how the boy could ski
    He’d ski away, he’d ski all day
    He’d ski without a guide
    And she’d ski by his side
    When they’d ski for a ride
    No wonder he’s broken hearted
    He’s lonesome as he can be
    There’s no one now to call his own
    And he can’t ski alone
    He gave up mountain climbing
    He couldn’t stand the strain
    And now he’s washing windows
    And singing this refrain

Chorus
I miss my Swiss, my Swiss miss misses me
I miss the bliss that Swiss kiss gives to me
She was a working girl, down on her knees
In her yard working hard
Punching holes in cheese
I looked for her, I nearly broke my scalp
I tripped and skipped from Alp to Alp
There must be other climbers
Who could tell where she could be
I miss my Swiss, my Swiss miss misses me

Sung here by Vancha March: