Roses are red, my love … doo doo da doooo …
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.»
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.