BJ: He was a mountain climber And, oh, how the boy could climb In cold July he climed so high Believe me, I don't lie He almost touched the sky EH: And here's the reason why BJ: 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 EH: One day he lost his sweetheart He looked for her in vain And now this mountain climber BOTH: He's singing this refrain BOTH: I miss (I miss) my Swiss (my Swiss) My Swiss miss misses me I miss (I miss) the bliss (the bliss) That Swiss kiss gives to me EH: I hear a yodeling sweet melody BJ: Oh-da-lay-ee-tee EH: Like the birds and the bees BJ: From the Sweitzer tree BOTH: Her dear (Her dear) Papa (Papa) Makes watches that are Swiss That's why (That's why) He watches me like this BJ: I lost her in the mountains In the mountains she must be BOTH: I miss (I miss) my Swiss (my Swiss) My Swiss miss misses me EH: Pretty song, isn't it? BJ: Very catchy, Ernie BJ: 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 EH: And she'd ski by his side When they'd ski for a ride BJ: No wonder he's brokenhearted He's lonesome as he can be There's no one now to call his own And he can't ski alone EH: He gave up mountain climbing He couldn't stand the strain And now he's washing windows BOTH: And singing this refrain BJ: Hey, that's quite a drop, isn't it, Ernie, from a mountain climber down to a window washer EH: Hah-hah. I should say it is! Say, Bill, I like the chorus of this song, and I think that you could ding a good obli-obli, what d'you... BJ: Obligatoo? EH: Eh, no, I mean obligoblum. Will we sing it, Bill? BJ: Yes, all right EH: All right EH: 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 BJ: Punching holes in cheese EH: I looked for her, I nearly broke my scalp I tripped and skipped from Alp to Alp BJ: There must be other climbers Who could tell where she could be EH: I miss my Swiss (My Swiss) BOTH: My Swiss miss misses me
Good job, Wilf Carter was a great singer and legend of Canadian country music, keep up the good work.
Great Montana Slim love his songs. I have 25 of his records.
BJ:
He was a mountain climber
And, oh, how the boy could climb
In cold July he climed so high
Believe me, I don't lie
He almost touched the sky
EH: And here's the reason why
BJ:
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
EH:
One day he lost his sweetheart
He looked for her in vain
And now this mountain climber
BOTH: He's singing this refrain
BOTH:
I miss (I miss) my Swiss (my Swiss)
My Swiss miss misses me
I miss (I miss) the bliss (the bliss)
That Swiss kiss gives to me
EH: I hear a yodeling sweet melody
BJ: Oh-da-lay-ee-tee
EH: Like the birds and the bees
BJ: From the Sweitzer tree
BOTH:
Her dear (Her dear) Papa (Papa)
Makes watches that are Swiss
That's why (That's why)
He watches me like this
BJ:
I lost her in the mountains
In the mountains she must be
BOTH:
I miss (I miss) my Swiss (my Swiss)
My Swiss miss misses me
EH: Pretty song, isn't it?
BJ: Very catchy, Ernie
BJ:
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
EH:
And she'd ski by his side
When they'd ski for a ride
BJ:
No wonder he's brokenhearted
He's lonesome as he can be
There's no one now to call his own
And he can't ski alone
EH:
He gave up mountain climbing
He couldn't stand the strain
And now he's washing windows
BOTH: And singing this refrain
BJ:
Hey, that's quite a drop, isn't it, Ernie,
from a mountain climber down to a window washer
EH:
Hah-hah. I should say it is!
Say, Bill, I like the chorus of this song, and I think
that you could ding a good obli-obli, what d'you...
BJ: Obligatoo?
EH: Eh, no, I mean obligoblum. Will we sing it, Bill?
BJ: Yes, all right
EH: All right
EH:
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
BJ: Punching holes in cheese
EH:
I looked for her, I nearly broke my scalp
I tripped and skipped from Alp to Alp
BJ:
There must be other climbers
Who could tell where she could be
EH: I miss my Swiss (My Swiss)
BOTH: My Swiss miss misses me