• Roses

    Roses smelling sweet In the valley of the Sun Blooming in the Spring. These are the roses Of the bright sunshine valley Shining in the wind. Roses, roses, rose In the sunshine of the sun Roses, rose, rose, rose. Now it is nighttime The roses are all sleeping In the nighttime air. My child sleep like them In the calm valley of them In the nighttime breeze. In the morning light You may pick the roses bright In the morning sun. Roses, Roses, rose In the light of the moonlight Roses, rose, rose, rose. Now my morning child Bring back yellow-red roses From the valley rose Roses, roses, rose In…