ED roses bright, pink roses and white That bud and blossom and fall;
The very sight of my heart's delight Is more than worth them all!
Is worth far more than the whole sweet store That ever a garden grew-- She plucked the best to die at her breast, But it laughed and it bloomed anew!
The red rose lay at her lips to-day, And flushed with the joy thereof;
She said a word that the white rose heard, And the white rose paled with love.
But the west wind blows, and my lady goes, And she leaves the world forlorn;
And every rose that the garden grows, Might just as well be a thorn!
