She wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met. She wore a Wreath.
She wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met. She wore a Wreath.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget.
Oh no we never mention her, Her name is never heard My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word.
The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
It was a dream of perfect bliss, Too beautiful to last.
I'm saddest when I sing.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder Isle of Beauty, fare thee well.
We met, 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.
I 'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
Why don't the men propose, Mamma Why don't the men propose.
Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night There 's danger on the deep.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
We met, 't was in a crowd.
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories