T: L. Wolfe
M: Mabel Wayne
I wander out yonder o'er the hills,
where the mountains high,
seem to kiss the sky.
Someone is out yonder o'er the hills
waiting just for me.
Ramona, I hear the mission bells above,
Ramona, they'r ringing out our song of love.
I press you, caress you,
to always remember the rambling rose wear in your hair.
Ramona, we'll meet beside the water fall,
I dread the dawn when I awake to find you gone,
Ramona, I need you my own