Early one morn dear in my room,
Roses I found, fresh from their bloom,
As I inhaled their fragrance so rare,
I wondered who had placed them there
One tiny rose fell from my hand
‘Twas dying its beauty had fled
On it I threw like morning dew,
Some water and then the sweet flower said
Somebody loves you I knew
Somebody cares for you so.
Somebody longs to be near thee
Somebody’s heart beats true
Somebody’s thoughts are of you
Wondering where you can be
When you are not nigh
Somebody will sigh
That’s what the rose said to me.
Though days have gone, since that bright morn,
Close to my heart Dear have I borne
That rose once fair I’ve cherished with care,
My happiness some day to share
That message sweet oft I repeat
Each word brings joy to my heart
Telling anew your love was true
Though all the long days we were apart
Edwards, Leo. and Barnett, B. F., "That's What the Rose Said to Me" (1906). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1494.
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