Cora Dean

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.