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, 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. 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.