I dreamed you were dressed in an all old rose, So sadly I kissed you while my soul was reposed, I dreamed that you promised some day you’d be mine. I dreamed heaven blessed our love divine, Gone art that night to where no one knows, But I’ll n’er forget you, dressed in that all old rose. You gladden my heart while love breezes blew, I know not where my sorrow then flew, Maybe into lands where love ne’er grows To tell you dressed in an all old rose.
If I had wings, I’d take you and soar To a land of happiness For evermore, Leaving all sorrows To the years we’ve seen, Then Cupid can play On the grassy greens. She’d have no use For her bow and arrow. Our hearts will be true And gay as the sparrow. Then we can gaze down In that valley so deep That held our love Before it could creep.
Entertain no thought other than good, Then evilness around you will ne’er prevail.
An open expression may slip from the lips, But deceit constantly dwells within.
We only receive in value The interest in which we do a thing.
When the leaves have all turned brown And through the autumn breeze They come sailing to the ground, This tells me that summer is gone.
Left in the garden is one single rose, Its a sad token that every one knows, Oh! how my heart does sorrowfully swell, When that rose begins to tell that summer is gone.
Now I’ve roamed and tried to find Some place to hide my sorrow behind, But where’er I go Mother nature says so, that summer is gone.
Where are the little birds And their music I heard? They fly side by side To a place that provides, when summer is gone.
The beautiful sun’s hidden behind the clouds And my poor heart almost speaks aloud, To have it return It would cease to yearn, but summer is gone.
Idleness from day to day Upon the strongest mind bad thought will play Around your heart there’s a knocking, ’Tis consciousness; then to be idle Shows ungodliness.
When you wear a frown, from day to day, Having no regards for the right I’ll say Seeking your company without a thought, And deafening your ears to what mother has taught, This puts a shadow on the beauty of life.
If there sits before you a glass that bubbles, It means you only sorrow and troubles, ’Twill take you to the late hours at night And start your longing for wonderful sights. Then a shadow is on the beauty of life.
