Shall I Wear a White Rose?

Shall I wear a white rose, shall I wear a red?

Will he look for garlands? What shall wreathe my head?

Will a riband charm him fair upon my breast?

Scarce I can remember how he loves me best.

Shall I wear a white rose, shall I wear a red?

Will he look for garlands? What shall wreathe my head?

I must look my fairest when tomorrow's here;

He will come to claim me! Shall I still be dear?

I must look my brightest on that happy day,

As his fancy drew me when so far away,

When so far away.

I shall need no roses if his heart be true

Not a single wreathlet, red or white or blue.

In tomorrow's twilight, when my soul's at rest,

Then I need not ask him how he loves me best.

Shall I wear a white rose, shall I wear a red?

Will he look for garlands? What shall wreathe my head?