Marta

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