American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 Love Among The Roses
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40
LOVE AMONG THE ROSES.
It was on one Summer evening,
In the merry month of June,
I beheld a damsel sitting
'Mid flowers' sweet perfume.
She had a novel, rending,
Just as I was passing by,
And us she turned another page,
I saw the brightest eye.
A bewitching smile was on her face.
As charming as the posies;
I felt the smart of Cupid's dart'Twas love among the roses.
Now, I hate to tell, but then I must-
Within her heart I place my trust;
She was sitting in the garden,
Where the little butterfly reposes;
And how we met, I'll ne'er forget'Twas love among the roses.
I passed her house next evening.
The clock had just struck eight,
And I saw my future happiness-
She was standing by the garden gate;
She smiled as I approached her,
And I begged her to excuse.
"May I view those pretty flowers?"
She murmured: "If you choose."
I spoke about the violets,
Then finally made proposes.
Thro' the garden we walked, of happiness talked'Twas love among the roses.- Chorus.
I confess I love MatildaMatilda-that's her name,
And there is a charm about her
Which I can never explain.
She dresses up to fashion,
To her style there is no end,
And, of course, she must look dashing,
For she wears a Grecian bend.
But she's left her home, and where she's gone
Most every one supposes,
For as dear as life is my little wife'Twas love among the roses.- Chorus.