Two lovers met upon a summer's day,
In the merry month of June.
The birds, so sweetly singing,
seemed to say: Now's the very time to spoon!
So he held her hand, of course, you understand,
Sqeezed it too, as lovers often do;
He whispered, "Dearie, Life's been so cheery,
Ever since the day I first met you."
For there was sunshine so brightly beaming,
Beaming in your eyes so clear and blue,
And there were roses, the rarest roses,
On your cheeks a blooming too,
And when the sunshine beamed in your eyes, dear,
'Twas a picture, goodness knows!
For all the while, dear, in your bright smile, dear,
I saw the wedding of the sunshine and the rose.
For there was rose.
Two lovers stroll upon a summer's night,
In the same old month of June.
His face is wrinkled and her hair is white,
But they still know how to spoon.
So he holds her hand, of course, you understand,
Pats it too, as lovers often do,
Then whispers, "Dearie, Love never wearied,
'Tho 'tis fifty years since I met you."
Gumble, Albert, "Wedding of the Sunshine and the Rose" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1566.
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