'Twas in the time of roses dear,
I met you ‘mid June flowers,
Your cheeks they blushed just like the roses it did seem,
Your eyes were shining bright and clear.
My soul it trembled o’er with fear
When I awoke, awoke as from a dream.
‘Twas in the time of roses Marjorie,
When love in all its glory came to me,
Since to me your heart first spoke, spoke to mine and mine awoke,
‘Twas in the time of roses, blushing roses Marjorie.
The roses they have faded dear,
Just like my dream of love,
I’ve naught left now but mem’ries and some faded flowers,
The zephyrs blow the autumn leaves,
While my poor heart it grieves and grieves,
But naught can bring me back those happy hours.
Heelan, Will; De Pierce, Herbert; and Furth, Seymour, "'Twas in the Time of Roses" (1909). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1698.
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