Marta Songtext
von David Whitfield

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
How your eyes beam at twilight
Sparkling
Like each dewdrop at dawn
Marta
When I looked for your lovelight
I awake with a sigh
And I find you are gone

Marta
How your eyes beam at twilight
Sparkling
Like each dewdrop at dawn
Marta
When I looked for your lovelight
I awake with a sigh
And I find you are gone