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