Two lovers sat one evening beneath the pale moon light

Tomorrow he must go away, life's battles for to fight

He told her that he loved her and that he'd return someday

And he took her for his darling wife and then he heard her say

"Put me in your pocket so I'll be close to you

No more will I be lonesome and no more will I be blue

And when we have to part, dear, there'll be no sad adieus

For I'll be in your pocket and I'll go along with you"

That evening soon was ended, her lover, well, he went away

And when at last he did return for their happy homecoming day

His sweetheart, well, she was absent, to Heaven she had gone

But she left to him her photograph on which she wrote this song

"Put me in your pocket so I'll be close to you

No more will I be lonesome and no more will I be blue

And when we have to part, dear, there'll be no sad adieus

For I'll be in your pocket and I'll go along with you"