Lyrics
The moon when shining is more than ever designing, i want to take you to a little room, i want to take you to a little room
For their musicians are the birds and bees, dancing while the meadow brook flows Buddy, where summer breezes are playing
Beside a beautiful rose, where the honey bees are a-maying
i want to lead you into nature s hall
As we are strolling along, there all the roses are swaying
for tis ever then i am pining
but all the roses with their spirits high
there all the roses are swaying
When they re departing in their flower pots, when they re departing in their flower pots Rose, a little room where all the roses bloom
But all the roses with their spirits high, as we are strolling along
Dancing while the meadow brook flows, when they re departing in their flower pots
Somewhere in roseland, they have an orchestra up in the trees
Why shouldn t it be just so with you and with me in sunny roseland, they have an orchestra up in the trees
In sunny roseland, and they will sing us a song Rose, when they re departing in their flower pots
For their musicians are the birds and bees, as we are strolling along Buddy, beside a beautiful rose
The moon when shining is more than ever designing, for tis ever then i am pining
where ev ry year the roses give a ball
as we are strolling along
they have an orchestra up in the trees
and they will sing us a song
For tis ever then i am pining, the ball is over and tulips meet
i want to lead you into nature s hall
The lilies nod to the forget-me-nots, in sunny roseland
Beside a beautiful rose, a little room where all the roses bloom
Where summer breezes are playing, in sunny roseland
a little room where all the roses bloom
The ball is over and tulips meet, pining to be sweetly reclining
There all the roses are swaying, beside a beautiful rose
Why shouldn t it be just so with you and with me in sunny roseland, a little room where all the roses bloom
For tis ever then i am pining, their little kisses are so short and sweet
Somewhere in roseland, somewhere in roseland
Where summer breezes are playing, where ev ry year the roses give a ball Room, for tis ever then i am pining
beside a beautiful rose
Beside a beautiful rose, somewhere in roseland
Pining to be sweetly reclining, somewhere in roseland, for their musicians are the birds and bees