Rose Marie His Recordings 1949 1959 lyrics

I'm tired of crying and all your lying,

That's why I'm buying a china doll.

Her eyes are bluer, her faults are fewer,

Her lips are truer; my china doll.

I'd rather have a doll of clay

That I could call my own,

Than someone else just like you

With a heart of stone.

She'll never leave me.

She'll never grieve me,

I'll never lose her -

My china doll.

See them tumbling down

Pledging their love to the ground

Lonely but free I'll be found

Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds

Cares of the past are behind

No where to go, but I'll find

Just where the trail will wind

Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds

I know when night has gone

That a new world's born at dawn

I'll keep rolling along