"Lula Is Gone"

With the bee and butterfly returning
 Her soft voice will cheer us again

But the spring and its beautiful flowers
 Will welcome her soft voice again

She is lulled in

She is far away mid the bowers
She is far from the chill blighted bowers
She has gone from the chill blighted bowers
Now deserted the chill blighted bowers
 Now lonely the snow cover plain
Now I long for springs budding flowers
 To welcome her sweet voice again