Lula Is Gone |
Stephen Foster, 1858
With a heart forsaken I wander In silence, in grief and alone, On a form departed I poinder, For Lula, sweet Lula is gone. Gone when the roses have faded, Gone when the meadows are bare To a land by orange blossoms shaded Where summer ever lingers on the air. Chorus: Lula, Lula, Lula is gone; With summer birds her bright smiles To sunny lands have flown. When day breaketh gladly My heart waketh sadly, For Lula, Lula is gone. | 2. Not a voice awakens the mountains, No gladness returns with the dawn, Not a smile is mirrored in the fountains, For Lula, sweet Lula is gone. Day is bereft of its pleasures, Night of its beautiful dreams, While the dirge of well remembered measures Is murmured by the ripple on the streams. Chorus:
3. When I view the chill blighted bowers |