Marta/The Rose in Her Hair [Mono] Songtext
von Bing Crosby

Marta, rambling rose of the wild wood
Marta, with your fragrance divine
Rosebud of the days of my childhood
Watched you bloom in the wild wood
And I hoped you′d be mine

Marta, now your eyes beam at twilight
Sparkling like each dewdrop at dawn
Marta, when I look for your love light
I awake with a sigh
And I find you are gone


In her eyes there was moonlight
And the rose in her hair
In my arms there was no one
So I just put her there

On her lips was a promise
In my heart was a prayer
When I finally went
I went home with the scent
Of the rose in her hair

On her lips was a promise
In my heart was a prayer
When I finally went
I went home with the scent
Of the rose in her hair

With the rose in her hair