Songtexte Rose of Allendale - Foster , Allen

The morn was fair, the sky was clear
No breath came over the sea
When mary left her highland home
And wandered forth with me
The flowers decked the mountainside
And fragrance filled the vale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the rose of allendale
Sweet rose of allendale
Sweet rose of allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the rose of allendale
Where e′er I ventured east or west
Though fate began to lour
A solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour
When tempests lashed our gallant barque
And rent her quivering sail
One maiden′s form withstood the storm
'Twas the rose of allendale
Sweet rose of allendale
Sweet rose of allendale
One maiden's form withstood the storm
′Twas the rose of allendale
And when my fever′d lips were parched
On burning Africa's sun
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of distant lands
My life has been a wilderness
Unblessed by fortune′s gale
Had fate not linked my love to hers
The rose of allendale
Sweet rose of allendale
Sweet rose of allendale
Had fate not linked my love to hers
The rose of allendale .