Her eyes are soft when she sings of love,
Her blushes come and go,
And you see the night with the stars above,
And feel the cool winds blow.
Her blushes come and go,
And you see the night with the stars above,
And feel the cool winds blow.
O! the dark brunette has a smile for all,
A lover new each day,
She picks them up, then she lets them fall,
And flings their hearts away.
A lover new each day,
She picks them up, then she lets them fall,
And flings their hearts away.
Know you the life of the gipsy maid,
Its sorrow and its grief?
She makes her bed in the green wood's shade,
Or sleeps on the fragrant heath.
Its sorrow and its grief?
She makes her bed in the green wood's shade,
Or sleeps on the fragrant heath.
The evening star is her chamber light,
Her lullaby the streams,
And the restless wind at the dead of night
Comes moaning in her dreams.
Her lullaby the streams,
And the restless wind at the dead of night
Comes moaning in her dreams.
But the lark will sing in the morning hours,
When night and sleep are through,
To wake the child of the fields and flowers,
The sunlight and the dew.
When night and sleep are through,
To wake the child of the fields and flowers,
The sunlight and the dew.
SUNSHINE AND SHADOW
Fair are the skies that bend to meet the hills,
Soft are the winds that stir the meadow grass,
Cool is their touch, and fragrant as they pass
Soft are the winds that stir the meadow grass,
Cool is their touch, and fragrant as they pass
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