Blue Are the Violets

(Blue are the violets and red are the roses
But black was that cold wind that took him away)
We were so happy down here in the hollow together put violets and roses to bed
Then one day he left me and I couldn’t follow
Alone with blue violets and roses of red
Blue are the violets and red are the roses
And warm were his kisses like sunshine in May
Blue are the violets and red are the roses
But black was that cold wind that took him away
The violets and roses around still are growing
All tumbled together surrounding the shack
But over the meadow the cold wind’s still blowing
And roses and violets will not bring him back
Blue are the violets…