| Little girl in bloom with happy heart you wipe aside |
| Any sadness, sorrow or gloom |
| Tomorrow you’ll be a blushing bride |
| That loves her blushing groom |
| Little girl in bloom you watch the men play cricket |
| From the window in your room |
| See the ball go from bat to wicket |
| Pass away the afternoon |
| Little girl in bloom carries a secret |
| The child she carries in her womb |
| She feels something sacred |
| She’s gonna be a mammy soon |
| When your daddy comes home |
| Don’t tell him till alone |
| When your daddy comes back |
| Go tell him the facts |
| Just relax and see how he’s gonna react |
| Little girl in bloom all the clouds will go drifting by |
| So sing your lullabying tune |
| Every word is in your eyes |
| As you sit and softly croon |
| Little girl in bloom your love it fills the air |
| With the scent of the sweetest, sweet perfume |
| You feel so good you just don’t care |
| You’re gonna be a mammy soon |
| When your daddy comes home |
| Don’t tell him till alone |
| When your daddy comes back |
| Go tell him the facts |
| Just relax and see how he’s gonna react |