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!