(Roses are red, my love)
(Doo doo da doo)
A long, long time ago
On graduation day
You handed me your book
I signed this way:
“Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you.”
We dated through high school
And when the big day came
I wrote into your book
Next to my name:
“Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you.” (as sweet as you)
Then I went far away
And you found someone new
I read your letter, dear
And I wrote back to you:
“Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But luck may God bless you.” (may God bless you)
Is that your little girl?
She looks a lot like you
Someday some boy will write
In her book, too:
“Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you.”
(Roses are red)