Roses From Tyrol

O bring me roses, crimson roses,

Roses from the South,

Their tender petals washed with dew

Will tell of all my love for you.

O come, beloved, let us wander

Where the wood doves croon

Under the trees,

Soft as the breeze,

O whisper sweet your answer soon,

Telling your love,

While bright above

As witness shines the faithful moon.

Then all joyous we'll hie away to join the merry dancing throng,

And roses shall crown your brow as we lift all our hearts in song.

Thoughts that linger softly arise,

Love in your eyes.

Fearless, trusting, gently you lean,

Looking, longing,

Lost in dreams of papadise.

My spirit lies

Where for evermore you, my love, are queen.

O bring me roses, crimson roses,

Roses from the South,

Their tender petals washed with dew

Will tell of all my love for you.

O come, beloved, let us wander

Where the wood doves croon

Under the trees,

Soft as the breeze,

O whisper sweet your answer soon,

Telling your love,

While bright above

As witness shines the faithful moon.

Ring, ring, the music dreamily wanders round,

All the world swings in time to a long drawn chime,

And our hearts beat in harmony with that magic fairy sound.

Sing, love, song is divine,

Sing, soul, for love ever thine,

All love's joy now is ours,

Shining like sunlight thro' life's bright hours.