Roses

A popular old song amongst the Moulding family.

Words: Fred E Weatherly
Music: Stephen Adams

I send thee red, red roses
To tell thee of the morn
When first among the roses
Our happy love was born,
Our happy love was born.

I send thee white, white roses
To tell thee of the night;
The night in all its beauty
With all its dreams and light,
The night in all its beauty
With all its dreams and light.

And when thou seest the roses
This will the roses say –
There is no day without thee,
No night when thou’rt away,
No night when thou’rt away,
No day I do not love thee,
No night I do not pray
That God will bless and guard thee
For ever, night and day!
That God will bless and guard thee
For ever, night and day!
For ever, night and day!