Near the broad Atlantic waters 
Roaming the woodlands green 
'Mid Long Island's lovely daughters 
Fairest of all was Cora Dean.

Soft her voice as liquid measure 
Heard when the streamlets move 
While her eyes of tender azure 
Glowed with the winning beams of love. 

Chorus: 
Cora Dean has left the summer roses 
Blooming o'er the lea 
Cora Dean has left the summer roses 
Blooming o'er the lea 
While her fair and gentle form reposes 
Down by the calm blue sea.
While her fair and gentle form reposes 
Down by the calm blue sea. 

Cora Dean was form for loving 
Cheering the hearts of all 
None could sigh where she was moving 
Birds tuned their carols to her call.

Fields grew fairer at her coming 
Flowers a more joyful throng 
Skies were bright where she was roaming 
Streams danced the lighter to her song.

Chorus: 
Cora Dean has left the summer roses 
Blooming o'er the lea 
Cora Dean has left the summer roses 
Blooming o'er the lea 
While her fair and gentle form reposes 
Down by the calm blue sea.
While her fair and gentle form reposes 
Down by the calm blue sea. 

Eyes bedimmed with tears are streaming 
Round her deserted home 
Silent stars are nightly beaming 
Lending a sadness to the gloom.

While the winds of summer dying 
Borne from the deep dark wave 
O'er the land in dirges sighing 
Murmur with sorrow round her grave.

Chorus: 
Cora Dean has left the summer roses 
Blooming o'er the lea 
Cora Dean has left the summer roses 
Blooming o'er the lea 
While her fair and gentle form reposes 
Down by the calm blue sea.
While her fair and gentle form reposes 
Down by the calm blue sea.