| 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 patiently, Waiting just for me |
| Ramona, I hear the mission bells above |
| Ramona, they’re ringing out our song of love |
| I press you, caress you, and bless the day you taught me to care |
| To always remember the rambling rose you wear in your hair |
| Ramona, when day is done you’ll hear my call |
| 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 |
| Let’s wander out yonder o’er the hills |
| By a babbling brook |
| Where we’ll find a nook |
| To build our own love nest, o’er the hills |
| Darling of my heart, Never more to part |
| Ramona, I hear the mission bells above |
| Ramona, they’re ringing out our song of love |
| I press you, caress you, and bless the day you taught me to care |
| To always remember the rambling rose you wear in your hair |
| Ramona, when day is done you’ll hear my call |
| 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 |