Iola
Composer(s): Charles L. Johnson; James O'Dea



Many, many years ago
In a valley where the prairie roses grow
Once there lived an Injun Queen of sweet sixteen
Who never knew a care
To her lodge beneath the tree
Came a copper colored aboriginee
To this maiden sightly
He would nightly warble there

To that ditty singing brave 
Not a shadow of encouragement she gave
Nightly he would sigh for hours and send her flowers
The while his love he told
And he persevered so well 
That at last he won his copper colored belle
With this serenade he woos his lady as of old

My sweet Iola, Iola, list to me
My dream of bliss to be
Come throw a kiss to me 
For you, I'm waiting
Here 'neath the stars a shine 
My love please don't decline
Iola mine