Stephen C. Foster, 1862
I’m thinking of sweet Lena Clare, With deep blue eyes and waving hair, Her voice is soft, her face is fair My gentle Lena Clare. Chorus: Gentle Lena Clare My dear lov’d Lena Clare Her heart is light, her eyes are bright, My gentle Lena Clare. |
2. I love her careless winning ways, I love her wild and birdlike lays, I love the grass whereon she strays My gentle Lena Clare. Chorus:
3. Her home is in the shady glen, |
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