Jo Stafford - Juanita

^GSoft o'er the fountai^Dn, ^D7Ling'ring falls the southern moo^Gn; Far o^E7'er th^Ame mountain ^D7Breaks the day too so^Gon! In thy dark eyes' s^Amplendor, ^D7Where the warm light loves to^G dwell, Weary looks, yet ^Amtender, ^D7Speak their fond ^Gfarewell,

^GNita! Juanit^D7a! Ask thy soul if we should part!^G Nita!^Dm Juani^D7ta! Lean thou on my hea^Grt

^GWhen in thy d^Dreaming ^D7Moons like these shall s^Ghine again, And da^E7ylight ^Ambeaming ^D7Prove thy dreams are v^Gain, Wilt thou not, r^Amelenting, ^D7For thine absent ^Glover sigh? In thy heart co^Amnsenting ^D7To a pray'r g^Gone by?

^GNita! Juanit^Da! ^D7Let me linger by th^Gy side! Nita Ju^Dmanita^D! ^D7Be my own fair bri^Gde