American Old Time Song Lyrics: 13 Sweet Summer Roses
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 13
SWEET SUMMER ROSES.
Copyright, 1886, by F. Harding.
In the woodland let us listen
To the murmur of the bees;
See the dewdrops how they glisten,
Like crystal jewels on the trees.
And the song birds, robins, thrushes,
Flitting o'er the balmy air,
With their songtide as it rushes
Hither, thither, everywhere.
Roses, roses, sweet Summer roses,
Roses, roses, Summer roses,
Fairest flowers that garden grows,
Queens their triumph quickly closes,
For a bonny, sweet, red rose.
Crowns of blue-bells on the mountain,
Star-eyed daisies on the lea,
Honey-suckles by the fountain,
Come, my loved one, come and see.
Stately lilies, white and sainted,
Trembling as the wild bee sucks,
Purple pansies, velvet painted,
And the pretty buttercups.
Roses, roses, sweet Summer roses,
Roses, roses, Summer roses,
Fairest flowers that garden grows.
Queens their triumph quickly closes.
For a bonny, sweet, red rose.