Harry Belafonte Bella Rosa
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 through 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
