In The Rose Garden

RED roses bright, pink roses and white

    That bud and blossom and fall;

The very sight of my heart's delight

    Is more than worth them all!

Is worth far more than the whole sweet store

    That ever a garden grew--

She plucked the best to die at her breast,

    But it laughed and it bloomed anew!

The red rose lay at her lips to-day,

    And flushed with the joy thereof;

She said a word that the white rose heard,

    And the white rose paled with love.

But the west wind blows, and my lady goes,

    And she leaves the world forlorn;

And every rose that the garden grows,

    Might just as well be a thorn!