Lula is gone

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.