Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912

            Mrs. Norton
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 thier fond farewell!
Nita, Juanita!
Ask thy soul if we should part!
Nita, Juanita!
Lean thou on my heart!

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 sigh?
In thy heart consenting
To a prayer gone by?
Nita, Juanita
Let me linger by thy side!
Nita, Juanita!
Be my own fair bride!

© 1999, Lynn Waterman