When The Days Grow Longer - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
When the Days Grow Longer. Copyright, 1892, by Frank Harding. Entered at Stationers' Hall, London. Words and Music by James Thornton. 
I'm a-going for to marry Missa Angelina Drown When the days grow longer. And then I'll be the envy of all the coons in town, When the days grow longer. The bells will ring and they'll seem for to say, There's a handsome couple getting married to-day, And when you see us Coming, you must all a-clear the way, When the days grow longer. 
Chorus. Ring out for glory, tell them the story, tell them near and far. There'll be music in the air, celebrating the affair, When the days grow long; then, then, then, longer. 
There'll be invitations sent around for twenty miles or more, When the days grow longer, And every con that comes must leave his razor at the door. When the days grow longer. The bride will wear orange-blossoms in her hair. And when we are married won't we be a happy pair, For our pathway will be strewn with sweet loses everywhere. When the days grow longer. 
Chorus. King out for glory, tell them the story, tell them near and far. And we'll spend our honeymoon 'way up in a balloon. When the days grow long; then, then, then, longer. 
I will build a little cottage, then our joys they will begin. When the days grow longer; Then I'll buy a little cradle, just to rock the baby in, When the days grow longer. The baby will sing and my honey will sew, While I play a tune on the old, old banjo. Then it's little we'll care how the wintry winds may blow, When the days grow longer. 
Chorus. Ring out for glory, tell them the story, tell them near and far, There'll be music in the air, celebrating the affair, When the days grow long; then, then, then, longer.