| She is watching by the poplars
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| Colinette with the sea-blue eyes
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| She is watching and longing and waiting
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| Where the long white roadway lies
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| And a song stirs in the silence
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| Like the wind in the boughs above
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| She listens and starts and trembles
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| For this is the first song of love
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| Roses are shining in Picardy
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| In the hush of the morning dew
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| Roses are shining in Picardy
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| But there’s never a rose like you
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| And the roses may die with the summertime
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| And our roads may be far apart
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| But there’s one rose that dies not in Picardy
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| That’s the rose that I wear in my heart
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| And the years roll on for ever
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| Till the shadow veils their skies
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| But still he loves to hold her hand
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| And look in her sea-blue eyes
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| And she sees the road by the poplars
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| Where they met in the bygone years
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| And the first song of the roses
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| Is the last song that she hears
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| Roses are shining in Picardy
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| In the hush of the morning dew
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| Roses are shining in Picardy
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| But there’s never a rose like you
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| And the roses may die with the summertime
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| And our roads may be far apart
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| But there’s one rose that dies not in Picardy
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| That’s the rose that I wear in my heart |