[Sally:]
To ev'ry sun-clad nation
Belongs that country's good wine;
[Chorus:]
Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!
[Sally:]
Of ev'ry inspiration,
It is the fountain divine.
[Chorus:]
Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!
[Sally:]
To us in Holland living,
The grape is giving superb liqueur.
[Chorus:]
And you...
[Sally:]
And you who have been rivalled never,
You must for ever endure.
Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting;
Radiant am I, for, without boasting,
You are the Cream that stands supreme,
The one perfect pure bright blue liqueur.
So, Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting;
Radiant am I, for, without boasting,
Words do declare naught can compare
with glorious Cream of the Sky!
[Chorus:]
Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting;
Radiant am I, for, without boasting,
You are the Cream that stands supreme,
The one perfect pure bright blue liqueur.
So, Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting;
Radiant am I, for, without boasting,
Words do declare naught can compare
with glorious Cream of the Sky!
[Sally:]
The vintage some will treasure
From the Moselle or the Meuse,
[Chorus:]
Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!
[Sally:]
But none can give the pleasure
of Curaçoa or Chartreuse.
[Chorus:]
Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!
[Sally:]
Of all liqueurs created,
Has one been fêted as you have been?
[Chorus:]
And you...
[Sally:]
And tho' your hue be ever blue,
Still, you fame shall be evergreen!
Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting;
Radiant am I, for, without boasting,
You are the Cream that stands supreme,
The one perfect pure bright blue liqueur.
So, Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting;
Radiant am I, for, without boasting,
Words do declare naught can compare
with glorious Cream of the Sky!
[Chorus:]
Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting;
Radiant am I, for, without boasting,
You are the Cream that stands supreme,
The one perfect pure bright blue liqueur.
So, Cream of the sky! 'Tis you I'm toasting;
Radiant am I, for, without boasting,
Words do declare naught can compare
with glorious Cream of the Sky!