I walk in the sunshine With my head in the clouds My feet are sore from traveling Her sweet lips were more made to kiss Than to cry from pain Or roses after an evenings rain A shadow is drawn across the plain Salient winds blows over me Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves Green grasses through her yellow sheaves She is too fair for any man to see Or hold his hearts delight Fairer than the queen or courtesan Moonlit waters in the night She passes by me Her face is as the fading stain Where the peach reddens to the south Where is my true lover gone? As I listen to the linnets song O where O where can she be Lamenting ocean wash over me La Bella was inspired by the Oscar Wilde Poem La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente
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