Billy Vaughn
Marta
Marta, Rambling rose of the wildwoodMarta, with your fragrance divineRosebud, of the days of my childhoodWatched you bloom in the wild woodAnd I hoped you'd be mine.Marta, though your eyes beam at twilightSparkling like each dewdrop at dawnMarta, when I look for your love lightI awake with a sighAnd I find you are goneMarta, Rambling rose of the wildwoodMarta, with your fragrance divineRosebud of the days of my childhoodWatched you bloom in the wildwoodAnd I hoped you'd be mineMarta, now your eyes beam at twilightSparkling like each dewdrop at dawnMarta, when I look for your love lightI awake with a sigh, and I find you are gone
From Letras Mania