There are golden roses and silver bells in the happy house where my true love dwells No "welcome" mat on the cold stone floor, but it's there in his smile when he opens the door. (Chorus:) |: Golden roses :| |: silver bells :| in the happy house where my true love dwells I'm in love (7x) Golden roses and silver bells in the happy house where my true love dwells A sad blue Monday's a gay* holiday, 'cause a part of my heart just get's carried away. Chorus Golden roses and silver bells in the happy house where my true love dwells It's not some (...?) that hangs on the wall I bet (...?) down from the moments you fall. Chorus
*Das bedeutete in den 1950er Jahren - und noch lange danach - nicht "schwul", sondern "fröhlich".