I sometimes wish I was a kid again,
Down in the old neighborhood.
Just to be with Charlie,
With little Joe and Pete,
Boy, we had a quartet that
Was mighty hard to beat!
I'd love to stand down by that cellar door,
Just to hear that quartet sing once more:

"Heart of my heart"
I love that melody.
"Heart of my heart"
Brings back a memory.
When we were kids
On the corner of the street,
We were rough and ready guys,
But oh, how we could harmonize!
"Heart of my heart"
Meant friends were dearer then.
Too bad we had to part.
I know a tear would glisten
If only I could listen
To the gang that sang
"Heart of my heart."

Dad only sang the first part a few times.  The only ones I remember were from when he used that pink music book that had, Darktown Strutter's Ball and Ding Dong Daddy from Dumas, and Has Anybody Seen My Gal in it when we lived in Meiner's Oaks on El Roblar.  I don't remember him singing it often but when he did, it was usually without the "preface".  I guess that's probably why I always picture a quartet of young men lounging around in spats on the corner by that house whenever he sings it.