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50—ROSES OF PICARDY

She is watching by the poplars, Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing and waiting, Where the long white road-way lies,
And a song stirs in the silence, As the wind in the boughs above,
She listen and starts and trembles, 'Tis the first little song of love—

Chorus;—

Roses are shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silver dew,
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summer-time
And our roads may be far apart,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy,
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart!

And the years fly on for ever, Till the shadows veil their skies,
But he loves to hold her little hands, And look in her sea-blue eyes.
And she sees the road by the poplars, Where they met in the by-gone years,
For the first little song of the roses, Is the last little song she hears;—
Chorus—