"Lula Is Gone"

Like the breeze that gathers on the mountains
             my
 The fragrance it bears to [?]door
With a soul ever pure as the fountain
 To
She will breathe on[?] my spirit once more

She will come

And her soul as pure as the fountain
 Will breath oer my spirit once more

Though her voice hath gone from the 
       mountain
 The valley the stream and the moor
 Theres a stillness dwells round the mountain
  And sadness returns with the [?dawn]
There's a vapor hands oer the fountain
 For Lula sweet Lula is gone

And the vapo


And the vapors droop o'er the fountain
 Not a voice awakens the mountain
  No gladness returns with the dawn
 Not a smile is mirrored in the fountain.
  For Lula sweet Lula is gone