They
were strolling through the golmen while the roses were in bloom,
a soldier and his sweetheart brave and true.
And their hearts were full of sorrow as they thought upon tomorrow,
she pinned a rose upon his coat of blue.
Do not ask me,
love,
to linger,
for I know not what to say.
Did he call your sweetheart's name again?
And 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 robin red-breast sings his sweet refrain,
in the land of all langs,
I'll be with you,
sweetheart,
mine,
with you when the roses
bloom again.
From
the rattle of the battle came a whisper soft and
low from a soldier who had fallen in the fray.
I am dying,
yes,
I'm dying,
and I know I have to go.
I want to tell you before I pass away.
There's a foreign distant river where the roses are in bloom,
a lady who is waiting there for me.
And it's there, I pray, you'll take me.
I've been faithful, don't forsake me.
I'll be with you when the roses bloom again.
When the roses bloom again beside the river,
and the robin red-breast sings his sweet refrain,
in the land of all langs,
I'll be with you,
sweetheart,
mine,
with you when the roses bloom again.
In the land of all langs,
I'll be with you,
sweetheart,
mine,
with you when the roses bloom again.