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LULA IS GONE.
LULA IS GONE. Sung by J. A. Herman.
With a heart forsaken I wander,
In silence, in grief, and alone; On a form departed I ponder, • For Lula, sweet Lula, is gone'— Gone where the roses have faded,
Gone where the meadows 'are bare, To a land by orange-blossoms shaded, . Where summer ever lingers on the air.
Lula, Lula, Lula is gone 1 With summer birds her bright smiles
To sunny lands have flown. When day breaketh gladly, My heart waketh sadly, . *
For Lula, Lula is gone!'
Not a voice awakens the mountains,
No gladness returns with the dawn; Not a smile is mirrored in the fountains—
For Lula, sweet Lula is gone! Day is bereft of its pleasures,
Night of its beautiful dreams; While the dirge of well-remembered measures
Is murmured by the ripple oq the streams.
Lula, Lula, Lula is gone, etc.
When I view the chill-blighted bowers,
And roaming o'er the snow-covered plain, How I long for spring's budding flowers
To welcome her sweet smiles again 1 Why does the earth seem forsaken?—.
Time will this sadness remove: At her voice the meadows will awaken
To verdure, sweet melody, and love!
Lula, Lula, Lula is gone,, etc.