Rose

When through the wood she slowly strayed

Where its white buds the lily open'd,

You could see on Rose's features fair

Ev'ry sweet rose which bloom'd that morning.

As farther on she gaily went

Her path with moss was thickly covered.

Joël, to her was whisp'ring low

In his voice so young and so tender:

"Rose, Rose" the sky is so blue

And you are so very pretty,

Will you heark to my words of love?

O Rose fresh blooming!

Just as a flow'r that has newly bloom'd,

At the kiss of the morning's breeze,

Rose was all smiles when this she heard,

With glad surprise and joy all beaming.

Then came a breath of the coming spring,

To her lips a red hue imparting;

While he, his heart with joy replete,

Whispers softly to his coy darling:

"Rose, Rose" the sky is so blue

And you are so very pretty

Will you heark to my words of love,

O Rose fresh blooming?

All through the woods they loved so well

They could hear the bird's wings rustling.

Then the sweet sound of love's first kiss

Among the new leaves took its journey.

And the gay thrush that was singing near,

Stopping its music, stood there list'ning,

And it heard below on the path

Joël whispering still more gently:

"Rose, Rose" the sky is so blue,

And you are so very pretty,

Will you heark to my words of love,

O Rose fresh blooming?