Ramona

Ramona, I hear the mission

bells above.

Ramona, they're ringing out

our song of love.

I press you, caress you,

And bless the day you taught me to care.

To always remember

The rambling rose you wear in your hair.

Ramona, we'll meet beside the wat-er fall.

I dread the dawn when I awake and find you gone,

Ramona, I need you, my own