Rome now comes to sit in her gar den
Min g ling the breeze with me mo ries
Of a time when
There was a room in pale ye llow hues
Her room with a view
Where love made a bed of ha ppi ness
In mu slin and lace
Sweet is the voice from far a way
That speaks so tto vo ce and
Is lin ge ring there in the gol den air
To qui et the day
