When the Roses Come Again

Neath the shadow, down the meadow, leaves lying on each side
By the river, flowers shiver, fading, dying in their pride
Someone straying, long delaying, stands a-parting down the lane
I must leave you, someone’s saying, till the roses come again
When the roses come again
When the roses come again
I will meet you, I will greet you
When the roses come again
Oh-la-lay-ee, Ah-le-hee, Ah-le-hee
As I wander, I will ponder on a happy bye and bye
On a summer over yonder with joy to you and I
Do not borrow grief or sorrow in the hours that yet remain
We shall know a glad tomorrow when the roses come again
Sunshine over clover blossom on the meadow wide
Summer’s fingers sweetly linger everywhere on every side
Someone’s roaming in the gloaming, happy hearts that feel no pain
All their sadness turned to gladness, now the roses come again