Cora Dean
Cora Dean | |
Stephen Foster, 1860
| Near the broad Atlantic waters Roaming the woodlands green Mid Long Islands lovely daughters Fairest of all was Cora Dean Soft her voice as liquid measure Heard when the streamlets move While her eyes of tender azure Glowed with the winning beams of love Chorus: Cora Dean has left the summer roses Blooming o'er the lea While her fair and gentle form reposes Down by the calm blue sea. | 2. Cora Dean was formed for loving Cheering the hearts of all None could sigh where she was moving Birds tuned their carols to her call Fields grew fairer at her coming Flowers a more joyful throng Skies were bright where she was roaming Streams danced the lighter to her song Chorus:
3. Eyes bedimned with tears are streaming |