Roses of Picardy
Words by Frederick Edward Weatherly
the lyrics in French
the lyrics in German
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing and waiting
Where the long white road-way lies.
And a song stirs in the silence,
As the wind in the boughs above.
She listens and starts and trembles,
'Tis the first little song of love:'Roses are shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silver dew,
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime,
And our roads may be far apart,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy!
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart!'And the years fly on for ever,
Till the shadows veil their skies,
But he loves to hold her little hands,
And look in her sea-blue eyes.
And she sees the road by the poplars,
Where they met in the by-gone years,
For the first little song of the roses
Is the last little song she hears:'Roses are shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silver dew,
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime,
And our roads may be far apart,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy!
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart!'the lyrics in French
the lyrics in German
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