Roses of Picardy (no source)

She is watching by the poplars Colinette with the sea blue eyes She is watching and longing and waiting Where the long white roadway lies And a song stirs in the silence As the wind in the boughs above She listens and starts and trembles 'Tis the first little song of love

Roses are shining in Picardy In the hush of the silver dew Roses are flowering in Picardy But there's never a rose like you And the roses will die with the summer time And our roads may be far apart But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy 'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart

And the years fly on forever Til the shadows veil their sighs But he loves to hold her little hand And look in her sea blue eyes. And he sees the rose by the poplars Where they met in the bygone years For the first little song of the roses Is the last little song she hears

She is watching by the poplars Colinette with the sea blue eyes She is watching and longing and waiting Where the long white roadway lies And a song stirs in the silence As the wind in the boughs above She listens and starts and trembles 'Tis the first little song of love.