The oleander shall hear vows above the running water;
Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!
If she choose me for her lover, she shall find me fond and true,
True and fond for the rancher’s daughter.
The oleander swings its blooms above the running water;
Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!
In the clover bees are humming: shall I dare be bold and sue
For the lips of the rancher’s daughter?
The oleander breathes perfumes above the running water;
Sing, robins! call, orioles! coo, wild doves, coo!