Roses of Picardy
Eternal Blooms of Love: Roses in Picardy
Lyrics
She is watching by the poplars,
She is observing from among the poplar trees,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
Colinette, possessing eyes resembling the color of the sea,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
She watches, yearns, and waits
Where the long white roadway lies,
Where the extended white path lies,
And a song stirs in the silence,
And a melody stirs within the silence,
As the wind in the boughs above,
Like the wind rustling in the branches above,
She listens and starts and trembles,
She listens and reacts with a start and tremor,
'Tis the first little song of love.
It's the initial faint melody of love.
Roses are shining in Picardy,
Roses are brightly shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silver dew,
In the quietness of the silver dew,
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy,
Roses are blooming in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you!
But there isn't a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime,
And the roses will fade away with the passing of summer,
And our roads may be far apart,
And our paths may diverge widely,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy,
But there's one rose that doesn't perish in Picardy,
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart
It's the rose that I hold within my heart.
And the years fly on forever,
And time continues to pass endlessly,
Till the shadows veil their skies,
Until the shadows obscure their skies,
But he loves to hold her little hands,
But he delights in grasping her small hands,
And look into her sea-blue eyes,
And gazing into her sea-blue eyes,
And she sees the road by the poplars,
And she envisions the road by the poplars,
Where they met in the bygone years,
Where they encountered in years gone by,
For the first little song of the roses,
For the initial tender melody of the roses,
Is the last little song she hears:
Is the ultimate faint melody she hears:
Roses are shining in Picardy,
Roses are brightly shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silver dew,
In the quietness of the silver dew,
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy,
Roses are blooming in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you!
But there isn't a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime,
And the roses will fade away with the passing of summer,
And our roads may be far apart,
And our paths may diverge widely,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy,
But there's one rose that doesn't perish in Picardy,
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart
It's the rose that I hold within my heart.
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