Song of the South

I have a garden beautiful

By a sea of peerless blue,

There are sunny slopes and grottoes cool,

And a streamlet wanders through.

There are oranges and cypresses,

there are vines and olives grey,

And soft winds rustling through the trees,

That whisp'ring seem to say:

"Come to my bounteous Paradise,

My Eden of the South,

Come with the love-light in your eyes,

Warm kisses on your mouth."

Thrilled by the flower-scented gale,

The sea and sky of blue,

My trembling pulses start and fail,

And faint, dear heart, for you.

Shine through the air, a vision fair,

And make my dream come true!