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 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

It's Saturday night it's cold , it's 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