Neath the shadow, down the meadow, leaves are lying on each side
By the river, flowers shiver, fading, dying in their pride
Someone straying, long delaying, sad the parting down the lane
I must leave you, someone's saying, till the roses come again

When the roses come again
When the roses come again
I will meet you, I will greet you
When the roses come again

As I wander, I will ponder on a happy bye and bye
On a summer over yonder with joy to you and I
Do not borrow grief or sorrow in the hours that yet remain
We shall know of that tomorrow when the roses come again

Sunshine over clover blossom on the meadow wide
Summertime sweetly shines everywhere on every side
Someone's roaming in the gloaming, happy hearts that feel no pain
All their sadness turned to gladness, now the roses come again