ROSE OF STAMBOUL
I wonder does she know that here I languish,
To tell my love to her, and her alone.
My poor heart’s burning, oh! with such an anguish,
If she will kiss me, that will atone.
Will she receive me and will she believe me?
How it will grieve me if she will refuse!
Will I impress her and will I caress her?
Oh, tell me, oh, love of mine, my love you’ll choose!
Oh, fair Rose of Stamboul, your heart I’ll own,
You will be mine dear, and mine alone,
Just mine alone
Love, deepest love here in my heart you’ll find,
Love of the warm Oriental kind,
Forever love ties to bind.
Most wondrous flowers, my rose so fair,
You’ll reign in my heart, for I’ve placed you there,
Love but thee, you love me?
Speak from the lips so divine!
Happy day, come my way,
Beautiful rose of mine.