Red Glow the Roses
JONES, SPIKE
Red grow the roses, I love their sweet perfume.
My thoughts are of of you sparkling roses are in bloom.
Red grow the roses recalling when we sleep.
Of days when I laid garland made of roses at your feet.
Keep on romance leave the blossoms in
And I kiss your lips through a rose bud bouquet.
Red grow the roses,they tell our love so true.
I'll always bring you roses for the roses brought me you.
