I`m thinking of sweet Lena Clare,
With deep blue eyes and waving hair,
Her voice is soft, her face is fair
My gentle Lena Clare.
I love her careless winning ways,
I love her wild and birdlike lays,
I love the grass whereon she strays
My gentle Lena Clare.
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Gentle Lena Clare
My dear lov`d Lena Clare
Her gentle Lena Clare
My dear lov`d Lena Clare
Her gentle Lena Clare
My dear lov`d Lena Clare
Her heart is light,
Her eyes are bright,
My gentle Lena Clare.
Her home is in the shady glen,
When summer comes I`ll seek again,
On mountain height and lowland plain;
My gentle Lena Clare.
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