Ojala from the "Spanish Gyspy"

Spring comes hither

Buds the rose;

Roses wither,

Sweet spring goes.

Ojalà, would she carry me!

Summer soars --

Wide-winged day

[White light pours,

Flies away].

Ojalà, would he carry me!

Soft winds blow

Westward borne,

Onward go

Towards the morn.

Ojalà, would they carry me!

Sweet birds sing

O'er the graves,

Then take wing

O'er the waves.

Ojalà, would they carry me!