My rose has petals, soft and red
I hate to see its petals shed
Rose beauty crowns my garden bed
It's barren when the blooms are dead
I hate to see its petals shed
Windy weather is my dread
It's barren when the blooms are dead
There's not a flower I'd choose instead
Windy weather's what I dread
Rose beauty crowns my garden bed
there's not a flower I'd choose instead
My rose has petals, soft and red.