Graveyard

If you send my sailor away

you'll send me to my grave.

White rose, white rose and red.

My grave is like a garden,

like a garden, red and white.

On Sunday you will go walking,

white rose, white rose

and white lily of the valley.

On All Saints' Day,

Aunt Yvonne carries

into her garden a wreath

of painted iron with satin beads,

white rose and white lily of the valley.

If God wishes to bring me back to life,

I will go to Heaven, white rose,

with a golden halo,

white rose and white lily of the valley.

If my sailor returns,

red rose and white,

he will come to my grave,

white rose and white lily of the valley.

Remember our childhood, white rose,

when we played on the wharf,

white rose and white lily of the valley.