Juanita

..Nita, Jauanita, ask thy soul if we should part
Nita Juanita, lean thou on my heart.

Soft o'er the fountain, lingering falls the southern moon,
Far o'er the mountain breaks the day too soon.
In your dark eyes splendor where the warm light loves to dwell,
Weary looks yet tender, speak their fond farewell...

sorry, I get carried away by soppy love songs.