Will the roses bloom where she lies sleeping?
Will the flowers shed their pedals there?
Will the dewdrops fall upon the roses?
Where my darling sleeps beneath the sand.
Her lips were like a bunch of roses,
Her eyes shone like the starlit sky,
Her hair was dark and it was curly,
I'll love her 'til the day I die.
I miss my darling as she’s sleeping,
Underneath the beautiful sky,
I miss her more now since she has left me,
I know we’ve said our last goodbye.
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