Marta
L WOLFE GILBERT, MOISES SIMONS
Marta, Rambling rose of the wildwood
Marta, with your fragrance divine
Rosebud, of the days of my childhood
Watched you bloom in the wild wood
And I hoped you'd be mine.
Marta, though your eyes beam at twilight
Sparkling like each dewdrop at dawn
Marta, when I look for your love light
I awake with a sigh
And I find you are gone
Marta, Rambling rose of the wildwood
Marta, with your fragrance divine
Rosebud of the days of my childhood
Watched you bloom in the wildwood
And I hoped you'd be mine
Marta, now your eyes beam at twilight
Sparkling like each dewdrop at dawn
Marta, when I look for your love light
I awake with a sigh, and I find you are gone
