American Old Time Song Lyrics: 20 A Scentless Rose
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 20
A SCENTLESS ROSE.
Copyright, 1879, by S. Turney.
Words and Music by Frank Conway.
We meet, but not as once we met,
With secret throbs of heart-felt pain.
With jealous fears, that fond regret
Oft Kindled into joy again;
Alas! we meet as strangers now,
No jealous fears our lips unclose:
The victim of a broken vow,
My life is like a scentless rose.
The victim of a broken vow,
My life is like a scentless rose.
We part, but not affection's tears
Bedew our long and last farewell;
The past recall'd in future years
Will seem to toil its mem'ry's knell;
But heaven grant that love may shed
Around thy life a sweet repose;
To me its fragrance now hath fled,
My life is like a scentless rose.
To me its fragrance now hath fled,
My life is like a scentless rose.