Full Lyrics
I loved her, and her azure eyes
Haunted me from sweet sunrise
To the dewy evening's close,
Dyeing rosier the rose.
Yet, I said, 'tis best to be free;
And I again was free.
But I changed, and auburn hair
Seemed to float upon the air,
Till I thought the orange flower,
Breathed of nothing but her bower.
Yet, I said, 'tis best to be free;
And I again was free.
Next I loved a Moorish maid,
And her cheek of moonlit shade,
Pale and languid, left my sleep
Not a shade for hers to keep.
Yet, I said, 'tis best to be free;
And I again was free.
But there came a lovelier one;
She undid all they had done;
I loved, I loved her, ah! how well!
Language has no power to tell.
Now, the wonder is to me;
How I ever lived while free.
