Mildred Bailey From the Land of Sky Blue Water
From the Land of the sky-blue water,
They brought a captive maid;
And her eyes they are lit with lightning
For her heart is not afraid!
But I steal to her lodge at dawning,
I woo her with my flute;
She is sick for the sky-blue water,
The captive maid is mute
Instrumental Interlude
From the Land of the sky-blue water,
They brought a captive maid;
And her eyes they are lit with lightning
Her heart is not afraid!
But I steal to her lodge at dawning,
I woo her with my flute;
She is sick for the sky-blue water,
The captive maid is mute