Headpiece: Californian LyricsCALIFORNIAN LYRICS.
Headpiece: Californian Lyrics
The oleander bends its boughs above the running water,Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!Ah! the iris skies above her have a less bewildering blueThan the eyes of the rancher’s daughter.The oleander shall hear vows above the running water;Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!If she choose me for her lover, she shall find me fond and true,True and fond for the rancher’s daughter.The oleander swings its blooms above the running water;Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!In the clover bees are humming: shall I dare be bold and sueFor the lips of the rancher’s daughter?The oleander breathes perfumes above the running water;Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!Shyly, shyly she is coming while the sun is in the dewOn her path—ah! the rancher’s daughter.
The oleander bends its boughs above the running water,Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!Ah! the iris skies above her have a less bewildering blueThan the eyes of the rancher’s daughter.The oleander shall hear vows above the running water;Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!If she choose me for her lover, she shall find me fond and true,True and fond for the rancher’s daughter.The oleander swings its blooms above the running water;Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!In the clover bees are humming: shall I dare be bold and sueFor the lips of the rancher’s daughter?The oleander breathes perfumes above the running water;Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!Shyly, shyly she is coming while the sun is in the dewOn her path—ah! the rancher’s daughter.
The oleander bends its boughs above the running water,Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!Ah! the iris skies above her have a less bewildering blueThan the eyes of the rancher’s daughter.
The oleander bends its boughs above the running water,
Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!
Ah! the iris skies above her have a less bewildering blue
Than the eyes of the rancher’s daughter.
The oleander shall hear vows above the running water;Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!If she choose me for her lover, she shall find me fond and true,True and fond for the rancher’s daughter.
The oleander shall hear vows above the running water;
Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!
If she choose me for her lover, she shall find me fond and true,
True and fond for the rancher’s daughter.
The oleander swings its blooms above the running water;Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!In the clover bees are humming: shall I dare be bold and sueFor the lips of the rancher’s daughter?
The oleander swings its blooms above the running water;
Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!
In the clover bees are humming: shall I dare be bold and sue
For the lips of the rancher’s daughter?
The oleander breathes perfumes above the running water;Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!Shyly, shyly she is coming while the sun is in the dewOn her path—ah! the rancher’s daughter.
The oleander breathes perfumes above the running water;
Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!
Shyly, shyly she is coming while the sun is in the dew
On her path—ah! the rancher’s daughter.
Down from the stately Sierras, down through our valley of flowersSweeps the snow-wind from far summits; the white rose trembles and cowers;The red rose flaming beside it, bends quivering and yieldsIts homage to the strong wind, rushing on to the green wheat fields.
Down from the stately Sierras, down through our valley of flowersSweeps the snow-wind from far summits; the white rose trembles and cowers;The red rose flaming beside it, bends quivering and yieldsIts homage to the strong wind, rushing on to the green wheat fields.
Down from the stately Sierras, down through our valley of flowersSweeps the snow-wind from far summits; the white rose trembles and cowers;The red rose flaming beside it, bends quivering and yieldsIts homage to the strong wind, rushing on to the green wheat fields.
Down from the stately Sierras, down through our valley of flowers
Sweeps the snow-wind from far summits; the white rose trembles and cowers;
The red rose flaming beside it, bends quivering and yields
Its homage to the strong wind, rushing on to the green wheat fields.
Not two, not three, but twenty! Now half of twenty more—Huge cones that the kings of the forest, the kings of the forest bore.Now, snap and blaze and sparkle, oh, banners of fire that flowTowards fire of the stars! Glow royally, hearthstone, glow;Burn, cones, in fiery blossoms. Each crown-like flower discloseYour petals of coals that drop down in ashes of rose.Minna Caroline Smith.
Not two, not three, but twenty! Now half of twenty more—Huge cones that the kings of the forest, the kings of the forest bore.Now, snap and blaze and sparkle, oh, banners of fire that flowTowards fire of the stars! Glow royally, hearthstone, glow;Burn, cones, in fiery blossoms. Each crown-like flower discloseYour petals of coals that drop down in ashes of rose.Minna Caroline Smith.
Not two, not three, but twenty! Now half of twenty more—Huge cones that the kings of the forest, the kings of the forest bore.Now, snap and blaze and sparkle, oh, banners of fire that flowTowards fire of the stars! Glow royally, hearthstone, glow;Burn, cones, in fiery blossoms. Each crown-like flower discloseYour petals of coals that drop down in ashes of rose.
Not two, not three, but twenty! Now half of twenty more—
Huge cones that the kings of the forest, the kings of the forest bore.
Now, snap and blaze and sparkle, oh, banners of fire that flow
Towards fire of the stars! Glow royally, hearthstone, glow;
Burn, cones, in fiery blossoms. Each crown-like flower disclose
Your petals of coals that drop down in ashes of rose.
Minna Caroline Smith.
Minna Caroline Smith.