He was roaming in the gloaming where the roses were in bloom
A soldier, with his sweetheart, brave and true.
And their hearts were filled with sorrow, for their thoughts were of tomorrow,
As she pinned a rose upon his coat of blue.
“Do not ask me love to linger, for you know not what to say,
Before duty calls your sweetheart’s name again.
But your heart need not be sighing; if I be among the dying
I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again.”
When the roses bloom again beside the river
And the mocking bird has sung her sweet refrain,
In the days of Auld Lang Syne, I’ll be with you sweetheart mine,
I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again.
In the rattle of the battle came a whisper soft and low
>From a soldier who had fallen in the fray,
“I am dying, I am dying and I know that I must go,
But I want to tell you before I pass away –
There’s a far and distant river where the roses are in bloom,
And a sweetheart who is waitng there for me.
It is there I pray you take me. I’ve been faithful, don’t forsake me –
I’ll be with her when the roses bloom again.”
When the roses bloom again