Here's a rose from my garden. Where the bloom of romance grows. But I'll keep on a part near my aching heart. Just a petal from a faded rose. Love'd be sweet in the morning.
Here is a rose from the garden where the flower of romance grows. And I'll keep on apart near my aching heart just a petal from a faded rose. . Love'd be sweet in the evening when the breeze of summer blows.