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Words and Music by :
Irving Burgie Publisher: |
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Recorded by Harry
Belafonte: Recording date: 1958 Playing time: 3:25 45 : 61-9257 LP : LPM1927 Tape: CPS-152 CD: RGMCD006 |
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Lyrics: 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 Theres 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 Its Saturday night its cold , its bare I sit in my room and just longingly stare For I know comes the morning my heart will glow At the sight of my love as she passes below 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 |
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