Marta

Marta, rambling rose of the wildwood

Marta, with your fragrance divine

Rosebud of the days of my childhood

I 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 lovelight

I awake with a sigh

And I find you are gone

Marta, now your eyes beam at twilight

Sparkling like each dewdrop at dawn

Marta, when I look for your lovelight

I awake with a sigh

And I find you are gone