Like an Old Fashioned Waltz

Roses are red, and violets are blue,

Primroses pale on a velvet green hue,

Warm summer days by cool waterfalls,

Like the music we hear,

Those things we'll always hold dear,

Like an old fashioned waltz.

When the moonlight shines down on the

Hollywood world,

And the ******* waits for her beau to return,

And violins play from behind garden walls,

How I'd love to remain with the silver refrain of an old fashioned waltz.

As they dance round the floor, and there's no-one else there, and the world is no more and there's never a care, by the perfect lagoon where the nightingale calls, with only the moon and the nostalgic tune of an old fashioned waltz.

Roses are red and violets are blue,

Primroses pale on a velvet green hue,

Warm summer days by cool waterfalls,

Like the music we hear,

Those things we'll always hold dear,

Like an old fashioned waltz,

Like an old fashioned waltz,

An old fashioned waltz.