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The sun was shining the night that we parted,
I held you and kissed you and called you my own;
In words sweet and tender you said that you loved me,
And that you'd return when roses bloom.
Roses are blooming, come back to me darling,
Come back to me darling and never more roam;
Robins are singing, church bells are ringing,
Roses are blooming, so come back my own.
The days have been long dear, the nights have been jerried,
I missed you my darling since you went away;
But still I kept hoping that you would remember,
That you would remember and come back some day.
Roses are blooming, come back to me darling,
Come back to me darling and never more roam;
Robins are singing, church bells are ringing,
Roses are blooming, so come back my own.
Roses are blooming, come back to me darling,
Come back to me darling and never more roam;
Robins are singing, church bells are ringing,
Roses are blooming, so come back my own.
Roses are blooming, so come back my own.
