Roses Of Picardy Song

Fred E. Weatherly
Haydn Wood

Title: Roses of Picardy Song

Lyrics by: Fred E. Weatherly

Music by: Haydn Wood

Publisher: Chappell & Co. Ltd. Melbourne, London, Sydney. For the countries of North America Chappell-Harms, Inc. New York

Copyright: 1916 by Chappell & Co. Ltd.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She is watching by the poplars, Colinette with the sea blue eyes,
She is watching and longing and waiting where the long white roadway lies.
And a song stirs in the silence, as the wind in the boughd above,
She listens and starts and trembles, ‘tis the first little song of love;

[Chorus]
“Roses are shining in Picardy, in the hush of the silver dew,
Roses are flow’ring in Picardy, but there’s never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime, and our roads may be far apart,
But there’s one rose that dies not in Picardy!
‘Tis the rose that I keep in my heart!

[Verse 2]
And the years fly on forever, till the shadows veil their skies,
But he loves to hold her little hands, and look in her sea blue eyes.
And she sees the road by the poplars, where they met in the bygone years,
For the first little song of the roses is the last little song she hears:

[Chorus]