The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Roses of Picardy
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50—ROSES OF PICARDY
She is watching by the poplars, Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing and waiting, Where the long white road-way lies,
And a song stirs in the silence, As the wind in the boughs above,
She listen and starts and trembles, 'Tis the first little song of love—
She is watching and longing and waiting, Where the long white road-way lies,
And a song stirs in the silence, As the wind in the boughs above,
She listen and starts and trembles, 'Tis the first little song of love—
Chorus;—
Roses are shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silver dew,
Roses are flow'ring 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 Picardy,
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart!
In the hush of the silver dew,
Roses are flow'ring 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 Picardy,
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart!
And the years fly on for ever, Till the shadows veil their skies,
But he loves to hold her little hands, And look in her sea-blue eyes.
And she sees the road by the poplars, Where they met in the by-gone years,
For the first little song of the roses, Is the last little song she hears;—
Chorus—
But he loves to hold her little hands, And look in her sea-blue eyes.
And she sees the road by the poplars, Where they met in the by-gone years,
For the first little song of the roses, Is the last little song she hears;—
Chorus—