Eugene Lee-Hamilton - Mimma Bella II lyrics

Lo, through the open window of the room That was her nursery, a small bright spark Comes wandering in, as falls the summer dark, And with a measured flight explores the gloom. As if it sought, among the things that loom Vague in the dusk, for sume familiar mark, And like a light on some wee unseen bark, It tacks in search of who knows what or whom. I know 'tis but a fire-fly; yet its flight, So straight, so measured, round the empty bed, Might be a little soul's that night sets free; And as it nears, I feel my heart grow tight With something like a superstitious dread, And watch it breathless, lest it should be she.