And Roses and Roses (Das Rosas)

Everyday i sent another present,

Just to let her know how very much i care . . .

Wrote a little love note with each present,

But it didn't seem to get me anywhere . . .

My poor worried heart was almost certain,

That this love affair would never be . . .

Then i sent a dozen yellow roses,

Then from that moment she belonged to me . . .

Roses, roses, roses i thank all the roses

That bloom in the spring . . .

Love is a wonderful thing,

The rest of my life i will bring her

Roses and roses and roses of love . . .

Roses, roses, roses i thank you for saying

What i couldn't say . . .

Oh!, what a wonderful way,

To tell her, 'i love you' each day,

With roses and roses and roses of love . . .

And roses and roses and roses of love,

And roses and roses and roses . . .