(Roses are red, my love, do do do do)
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, so 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:
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, violets are blue, so blue
Sugar is sweet my love, good luck, may God bless you!
Is that your little girl? She looks a lot like you
Some day some boy will write in her book too:
*Oder, wie mal ein patriotischer US-Grieche in der Tube reimte:
"Roses are red, violets are blue
Constantinople is Greek, and Adrianople too!" ;-)