Scarlet roses have come into bloom.
Return my dear, be in my arms soon.
Return and kiss me like in those distant days,
Remind me of roses; beautiful always.

Last night I found you far off in dream-land.
You were staring at me, dancing in the sand.
Yet as I reached out, your face turned vapoury,
Vanishing, again your gone; a burning memory.

Gone has the summer, winter’s here now,
Withered roses lay underneath the snow.
What can I now offer you this late,
Could it be tomorrow or must I still await.

The news came to me in the hours of the dawn,
It wasn’t even from you, I felt somewhat forlorn.
But as I read on, becoming teary eyed,
When realizing that all my hopes had withered and died.

Alone in a field the cold wind wounds me so,
No, my darling, I can’t believe it, no!
Death has stolen you cruelly from me.
Weeping, I fall to my knees, for you I’ll never see.

Hush my dear; wipe your tears away,
I’ll be with you here, forever and a day.
Though departed I’ll watch over you,
Remember me and roses, and the times we knew.