Jenny's Coming O'er the Green
Jenny's Coming O'er the Green | |
Stephen Foster, 1860
| Jenny's coming o'er the green, Fairer form was never seen, Winning is her gentle mien; Why do I love her so? We have wandered side by side O'er the meadows far and wide: Little Jenny's full of pride; Why do I love her so? | 2. Jenny's calm and liquid eyes Sometimes bring a sweet surprise, Like a change in summer skies; Why do I love her so? Oft her voice, so full of glee, Wakes the saddest memory: She is younger far than me, Why do I love her so? |
| 3. Little Jenny never fears, Hoping all from coming years, Dashing off pass'ng tears; Why do I love her so? Can I not another find With her sweet endearing mind, None with Jenny's charms combined Why do I love her so? |