Melancholy rose, what do you suppose is on the other side? Is it what it seems, melancholy green? Do changing colors die, melancholy blue?Will autumn become winter white when summer looks the same by night? Melancholy blue.What am I to do, melancholy rose? What do you suppose is on the other side? Is it what it seems?Will autumn become winter white when summer looks the same by night? Melancholy blue.Winter white, will summer look the same by night?Melancholy blue, what am I to do?Melancholy rose, melancholy roseTell me whisper close, when children cease to cryTo youthful colors dieMelancholy roseOr will my rainbows turn and fadeAnd that I am giving upA world of colors if I stopWhat do you suppose?Melancholy rose, what am I to do?Melancholy rose, melancholy roseTell me whisper close, when children cease to cryTo youthful colors dieAnd that I am giving upA world of colors if I stopTell me whisper close, when children cease to cry