I want to take you to a little roomA little room where all the roses bloomI want to lead you into Nature’s hallWhere ev’ry year the roses give a ballThey have an orchestra up in the treesFor their musicians are the birds and beesAnd they will sing us a songAs we are strolling alongIn sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playingWhere the honey bees are « A-Maying »There all the roses are swayingDancing while the meadow brook flowsThe moon when shining is more than ever designingFor ’tis ever then I am piningPining to be sweetly recliningSomewhere in RoselandBeside a beautiful roseThe ball is over and tulips meetTheir little kisses are so short and sweetThe lilies nod to the forget-me-notsWhen they’re departing in their flower potsBut all the roses with their spirits highRemain to love until they droop and dieAnd dear, why shouldn’t it beJust so with you and with meIn sunny Roseland, where summer breezes are playingWhere the honey bees are « A-Maying »There all the roses are swayingDancing while the meadow brook flowsThe moon when shining is more than ever designingFor ’tis ever then I am pining Pining to be sweetly recliningSomewhere in RoselandBeside a beautiful rose