Full Lyrics
Rose in the gardenclose,
Why, when the light wind blows,
Why do you bend your head?
Why do your cheeks grow red?
Rose, my sweet,— Rose at my feet,
Tell me!
What does the soft gale say
Whispering low all day,—
Kissing your lips abloom,
Answering back perfume?
Rose, my sweet,— Rose at my feet,
Tell me!
Tell me that I may woo
Her as the wind woos you;
What are the words that start
Blushes from your sweet heart?
Rose, my sweet,— Rose at my feet,
Tell me!
Rose, of all roses, queen,
Budding at seventeen,
Place the flower near your lip,
Then, if the secret slip,
Rose, my sweet,— Rose, at your feet,
Tell me!
