They were strolling in the gloaming
Through the roses were in bloom,
A soldier and his sweetheart brave and true;
And their hearts were filled with sorrow
As their thoughts were of tomorrow,
As she pinned a rose upon his coat of blue.
Do not ask me, Love, to linger
For you know not what to say,
For Duty calls your Sweetheart's name again;
And your heart need not be sighing
If I be among the dying;
I'll be with you when the Roses bloom again.
When the Roses Bloom again beside the River,
And the mockingbird has sung his sweet refrain;
In the Days of Auld Lang Syne,
I'll be with you Sweetheart mine,
I'll be with you when the Roses bloom again.
With the rattle of the battle
Came a whisper soft and low,
A soldier who had fallen in the fray;
I am dying, I am dying, and I know I have to go,
But I want to tell you before I pass away:
There's a far and distant river
When the Roses are in bloom
A sweetheart who is waiting there for me.
And its there I pray you take me
I've been faithful, don't forsake me,
I'll be with her when the roses bloom again!
|
Author Notes
We watched yesterday for the first time Remembrance day of a Dutch Transit Camp: Westerbork. My father and grandfather were deported from there. Made it come so close.
Sorry, no reviews for other members.
|
|
