"Darling Cora Bell" (1874)
Duett and Chorus
Words by D. O. Lantz
Music by Philip Paul Bliss, 1838-1876

Chicago, IL: Chandler & Curtiss
[Source: 10990@LoC]

1. 
Where the cold west winds are sighing, 
Sighing through the mournful trees, 
And the wild bird sings her sweetest, 
Floating down upon the breeze, 
Where the angels watch are keeping, 
Through the lonely hours of night, 
There our Cora Bell is sleeping, 
In her robes of snowy white. 

CHORUS
Where the many wild birds warble, 
In the greenwood’s quiet dell, 
Where the willows wave above her, 
Sleeps our darling Cora Bell.

2. 
Whis per not, oh, dreamy visions, 
That our darling’s form is near, 
Death has robbed us of our loved one, 
We her voice no more can hear; 
Where the many wild birds warble, 
In the greenwood’s quiet dell, 
Where the willows wave above her, 
Sleeps our darling Cora Bell.

3. 
Soon beyond the mystic river 
Where the crystal fountain flows, 
We shall meet our household angel, 
Far away from all life’s woes; 
’Round the great white throne in heaven, 
Where the ransomed millions dwell, 
We shall tread the golden pathway, 
With our darling Cora Bell.