Juanita |
Soft o'er the fountain Ling'ring falls the Southern moon, Far o'er the mountain, Breaks the day too soon! In thy dark eyes splendor, Where the warm light loves to dwell, Weary looks yet tender, Speak their fond farewell.
Nita! Juanita! | 2. When in thy dreaming, Moons like these shall shine again, And daylight beaming, Prove thy dreams are vain, Wilt thou not relenting, For thine absent lover's sight, In thy heart consenting, To a prayer gone by?
Nita! Juanita! |