Wine roses
Ture Rangström
Lift on high and clink the glasses
Look how bright the Burgundy flashes
Like a ruby deepest red.
A faded day,
A time gone by
Comes back again to my memory.
Now twilight is falling,
The earth has wended away
From the sun's warming rays
Roses wild on the great highway,
Wine roses, wine roses!
Roses wild on the great highway,
Where is our glowing summer night's dream?
Gone as a strain of music goes?
Wine roses, wine roses!