American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Lula Is Gone

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17

LULA IS GONE.

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 when the roses have faded,
Gone when the meadows are bare,
To a land by orange blossoms shaded,
Where Summer ever lingers on the air.

Chorus.
Lula, Lula is gone,
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 on the streams.-Chorus.

When I view the chill blighted bowers,
And roam over the snow-covered plain,
How I long for Spring's budding flowers
To welcome her sweet smiles again.
Why does the earth seem forsaken? ¯
Time will this sadness remove,
At her voice the meadows will awaken,
To verdure, sweet melody and love.-Chorus.