Historic Sheet Music Collection

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Score

Publication Date

1882

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Roses and Violets: Waltz Trio

Words by Frank N. Scott

Music by Chas. D. (Charles Dupee) Blake

Boston: White, Smith & Co. (1882)

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Lyrics:

[1st Soprano]
Roses and violets,
Robin and whippoorwill,
Breathing and singing of heaven.
Modest and beautiful,
Trusting and dutiful,
Treasures of morn and of even.
Joy for the morning ones,
Hope for the sorrowing,
Ever thy odors are flinging.
Ever thy sweet songs are bringing,
Peace to the wounded heart.

Ye messengers of sweet springtime,
Harbingers of gladness bringing words of peace,
Ye bring us odors from that clime
Where all is brightness,
All our joys increase,
All is bright,
How our tired, waiting souls bound with gladness,
Ah what joy,
Far away from the pain and sadness,
All is bright,
Sweet flow’rs tell us ever the story,
Sweet birds, sing on, a message ye bear,
We list with delight to the story.

Ah, Ah Ah, dear are the hours of beautiful Spring,
Giving to each purest joy and delight
Sweeter than all are the mem’ries they bring
Glorious spring with its sun with its sun warm and bright
Oh come forth and taste the joy,
Come now while all nature is beautiful,
Sweet spring time, like maiden coy,
Blushes in crimson hues.

Yes sweet vernal treasures, a blessing ye bring,
Making glad the earth with bud and blossom gay,
Sweet song birds of heav’n the pure strains you sing,
Make vocal the morning and brighten the day.
The day, Brighten the day,
The day, the day.

[2nd Soprano]
No gloom.

What bliss.

No gloom.

Dear at the hours of the glorious Spring.
are the hours.
are the hours, of the beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
give to each, purest joy, and delight,
Sweeter far, sweeter far, are the mem’ries they bring,
Glorious Spring, with its sun, with its sun, warm and bright.
Oh, all earth is beautiful, beautiful,
Come now while the earth is bright,
Sweet springtime, gentle Spring like a maiden coy,
Blushes in crimson hues.

Brighten the day,
Brighten the day,
Brighten day, the day.

[Alto]
Violets, Whippoorwill, Singing of heav’n.
Beautiful, Ah treasures of morn and of even.
Hope for the sorrowing,
Treasures of Spring.
Ever they sweet songs are bringing,
To the heart

Ye messengers of sweet springtime,
Harbingers of gladness,
Bringing words of peace and gladness,
Where all is brightness,
All our joys increase,
What delight is there,
How our waiting souls with sadness are bound,
No alloy, no care,
Away from gloom, from sadness and gloom,
What delight is there Sweet flow’rs tell us ever, oh, tell us, we pray,
Sweet birds sin on a message bear,
We list with delight to the story.

Sweeter far are the mem’ries they bring, sun warm and bright, warm and bright.

Come Sweet Spring, lovely Spring like a maiden coy,
Blushes in crimson hues

Ye flow’rs a blessing bright, ye bring,
Glad’ning earth with blossom gay,
Sweet birds of heav’n the strains you sing
Make glad the morn and brighten day.
Brighten day.

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