They were strolling in the gloaming Through the roses were in bloom, A soldier and his sweetheart brave and true; And their hearts were filled with sorrow As their thoughts were of tomorrow, As she pinned a rose upon his coat of blue. Do not ask me, Love, to linger For you know not what to say, For Duty calls your Sweetheart’s name again; And your heart need not be sighing If I be among the dying; I’ll be with you when the Roses bloom again. When the Roses Bloom again beside the River, And the mockingbird has sung his sweet refrain; In the Days of Auld Lang Syne, I’ll be with you Sweetheart mine, I’ll be with you when the Roses bloom again. With the rattle of the battle Came a whisper soft and low, A soldier who had fallen in the fray; I am dying, I am dying, and I know I have to go, But I want to tell you before I pass away: There’s a far and distant river When the Roses are in bloom A sweetheart who is waiting there for me. And its there I pray you take me I’ve been faithful, don’t forsake me, I’ll be with her when the roses bloom again!
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 19:53:43 +0000
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