American Old Time Song Lyrics: 08 Sweet Alpine Roses
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 8
SWEET ALPINE ROSES.
Copyright, 1884, by J. F. Martindale.
Sweet Alpine roses, treasures so dear,
Emblems of her love, pure as heav'n above;
All that is left my sad life to cheer.
Bringing back her smile, gentle as the dove!
Lonely I roam o'er the mountain side,
Dreaming of her once so dear.
And as I pluck the sweet Alpine rose,
I bathe it with many a tear.
Chorus.
Sweet Alpine roses, treasures so dear.
Emblems of her love, pure as heav'n above;
All that is left my sad life to cheer,
Bringing back her smile, gentle as the dovet
Last year in Spring-time
They laid her 'neath the ground,
Where Alpine roses blossom
Above her lonely mound;
And ev'ry day in Summer
I climb the mountain high,
To pluck sweet Alpine roses.
And plant with many a sigh!-Chorus,