Lyrics 'Neath The Southern Moon - Jeanette MacDonald

Tell me, kindly Fortune, tell me,
If my love shall ever faithful be.
Tell me truly if my ever growing passion is returned, or lost, forever lost to me;
Queen of hearts, you rule, you rule forever,
Queen of hearts, whose pow'r shall ever grow.
No, no, no, no! I'll look_ I'll see no further!
For if 'tis lost, I can not, dare not know.
'Neath the Southern moon, Oh, love so warm and tender!
Bt the Southern sea, Oh love so warm and free!
'Neath the spreading shade Of palms, in sweet surrender,
While the breezes perfume laden drift from the sea.
In the Southernland, where the scent of the magnolias steep the soul in dream Of longing ecstasy,
Where the tropics bloom so rare, Beathe their languor on the air.
Let me dream and love and live for thee! For thee!