by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Jenny's coming o'er the green
Language: English 
Jenny's coming o'er the green, 
Fairer form was never seen, 
Winning is her gentle mien; 
Why do I love her so? 

We have wandered side by side 
O'er the meadows far and wide; 
Little Jenny's full of pride, 
Why do I love her so? 

Jenny's calm and liquid eyes 
Sometimes bring a sweet surprise, 
Like a change in summer skies; 
Why do I love her so? 

Oft her voice, so full of glee, 
Wakes the saddest memory; 
She is younger far than me, 
Why do I love her so? 

Little Jenny never fears, 
Hoping all from coming years, 
Dashing off the passing tears; 
Why do I love her so? 

Can I not another find 
With her sweet endearing mind, 
None with Jenny's charms combined? 
Why do I love her so?


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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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