"I'd Like to Build a Little Home for You"

A common theme in tin-pan alley songs of the early 20th century was domesticity. I can't find any information about this song except the sheet music I purchased at a flea market.

Music by W. Raymond Walker
Lyrics by Ballard McDonald
Copyright 1911 Ted Snyder Co. 112 W 38th St N.Y.

He's been calling regularly ev'ry single night
Sitting in the parlor with his arms around her tight.
She'd been waiting patiently for him to ask the question
So she thought it up to her to make a slight suggestion.
"Charley, dear" she whisper'd, "Have you heard the latest news?
Father sold the house today, our home we're going to lose.
And it makes it awfly awkward so you will agree
They're taking an apartment where there isn't room for me.
What am I going to do? I thought I'd come to you.
To ask for your advice, then Charley took his cue.

He said I'd like to build a cosy little house for you
With the fixings and the trimmings all complete for two
A kitchen and a parlor where we both could spoon
And a nice wide piazza where we'd sit beneath the moon and cuddle
Upstairs, your room right next to mine,
with two big bay windows where the sun would shine
And if by chance the stork should call,
There'd be a spare room down the hall
In the little house I'd build for you.

Laborers got on the job with shovels and with picks
Carpenters were hammering, and masons laying bricks,
Paper hangers, painters and the gasman and the plumbers
Worked to get the place done, so they'd move in in the summer
Charley took her out to see the place most ev'ry day
They'd talk about the furnishings, and argue all the way
Finally the house was done, all spick and span and new
Then Charley said, "Now tell me if there's anymore to do."
She said "There's quite a lot, I guess that you forgot.
To ask me in the first place if I'd marry you or not."

You said I'd like to build a cosy little house for you
With the fixings and the trimmings all complete for two
A kitchen and a parlor where we both could spoon
And a nice wide piazza where we'd sit beneath the moon and cuddle
Upstairs, your room right next to mine,
with two big bay windows where the sun would shine
And if by chance the stork should call,
There'd be a spare room down the hall
In the little house I'd build for you.