Lyrics
As the wind in the boughs above, and the roses will die with the summertime
Tis the rose that i keep in my heart, and a song stirs in the silence
And the years fly on forever, but he loves to hold her little hands, and a song stirs in the silence
She is watching and longing, in the hush of the silver dew, and the roses will die with the summertime
as the wind in the boughs above
roses are shining in picardy
in the hush of the silver dew
roses are shining in picardy
Tis the first little song of love, and the roses will die with the summertime, for the first little song of the roses
and our roads may be far apart
and the roses will die with the summertime
But he loves to hold her little hands, tis the rose that i keep in my heart Roses, where the long white roadway lies
And a song stirs in the silence, where they met in the bygone years, she is watching by the poplars
And look into her sea-blue eyes, tis the rose that i keep in my heart
and the roses will die with the summertime
Where the long white roadway lies, and she sees the road by the poplars, she is watching and longing
And she sees the road by the poplars, but there s one rose that dies not in picardy, where they met in the bygone years
for the first little song of the roses
and she sees the road by the poplars
In the hush of the silver dew, for the first little song of the roses
Tis the rose that i keep in my heart, roses are flow ring in picardy
She is watching by the poplars, in the hush of the silver dew
But there s never a rose like you, and the roses will die with the summertime
And our roads may be far apart, and look into her sea-blue eyes
Roses are flow ring in picardy, but there s one rose that dies not in picardy, roses are shining in picardy
For the first little song of the roses, roses are shining in picardy
and our roads may be far apart
And she sees the road by the poplars, but he loves to hold her little hands, roses are flow ring in picardy
roses are flow ring in picardy
She is watching by the poplars, is the last little song she hears Alfie, roses are flow ring in picardy
in the hush of the silver dew
But there s never a rose like you, till the shadows veil their skies, but there s never a rose like you
Roses are shining in picardy, but he loves to hold her little hands Alfie, tis the first little song of love
roses are flow ring in picardy
But there s one rose that dies not in picardy, tis the rose that i keep in my heart Picardy, roses are shining in picardy
She is watching and longing, colinette with the sea-blue eyes
Tis the first little song of love, till the shadows veil their skies Of, she is watching and longing
And look into her sea-blue eyes, and look into her sea-blue eyes
Roses are shining in picardy, but there s never a rose like you
and look into her sea-blue eyes
She is watching and longing, is the last little song she hears
But there s one rose that dies not in picardy, where the long white roadway lies Of, in the hush of the silver dew
and the years fly on forever
as the wind in the boughs above
In the hush of the silver dew, tis the rose that i keep in my heart Of, and a song stirs in the silence
And the years fly on forever, but there s one rose that dies not in picardy Boe, and a song stirs in the silence
Tis the rose that i keep in my heart, colinette with the sea-blue eyes, she is watching and longing
Roses are shining in picardy, and a song stirs in the silence
tis the rose that i keep in my heart