by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Lula is gone
Language: English 
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, 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 measure 
Is murmured by the ripple on the streams. 

Chorus: 
Lula, 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. 

When I view the chill blighted bowers 
And roam o'er 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: 
Lula, 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. 

Authorship

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Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 45
Word count: 243