She is
watching by the poplars,
Col linette with the
sea -blue eyes.
She is watching and longing
and waiting
Where the long white road way lies
And a song stares in the si lence
As the wind in the boughs above
She listens and starts and trembles,
Tis the first little song of love.
Roses are shining in Pi cardy,
In the hush of the silver dew.
Roses are flowering in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you.
An d the roses will die
with the summer time,
And our roads may be far apart.
But there's one rose that
dies not in Picardy,
Tis the rose that I keep in my heart.
An d the years fly on forever ,
till the shadows veil their skies.
But he loves to hold her
little hand s,
an d look in her simple eyes.
And she sees the road by the poplars
Where they met in the bygone years.
For the first little song of the roses
is the last little song
she hears.
Roses are shining in Piccadilly,
In the hush of the silver dew.
Roses are flowering in Picardy,
but there's never a rose like you.
And the roses will die
with the summer time,
And our roads may be far apart.
But there's one rose that
dies not in Pi cardy,
Tis the rose that I keep in my heart.