Bella Rosa (From "Love is a Gentle Thing") - Harry Belafonte

Each Sunday morning at breaking of day

A most lovely creature she passes my way

I stand at my window to catch her eye

But her head never turns as she passes me by Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa,

What is this feeling that harms me so

Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa

Soon you must love me or let me go As I Wander around thru the country side

There?

s many a girl that would be my bride, But always before the vows I can

say

Her image returns and she draws me away Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa, What is this

feeling that harms me so

Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa

Soon you must love me or let me go