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Roses are shining in Picardy. Do roses shine??

How sweet is to roam by the sunny Shure stream
And hear the doves coo 'neath the morning sunbeam
Where the thrush and the robin their sweet notes entwine
On the banks of the Shure that flows down by Mooncoin.
Flow on, lovely river, flow gently along
By your waters so sweet sounds the lark's merry song
On your green banks I wander where first I did join
With you, lovely Molly, the rose of Mooncoin.

Oh Molly, dear Molly, it breaks my fond heart
To know that we two forever must part
I'll think of you Molly while sun and moon shine
On the banks of the Shure that flows down by Mooncoin.

Then here's to the Shure with its valley so fair
As oftimes we wandered in the cool morning air
Where the roses are blooming and lilies entwine
On the banks of the Shure that flows down by Mooncoin.

Flow on, lovely river, flow gently along
By your waters so sweet sounds the lark's merry song
On your green banks I wander where first I did join
With you, lovely Molly, the rose of Mooncoin.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uk1JoDgNY9s

How pleasant to roam by the sunny Suir stream
To hear the birds sing
'Neath the morning sunbeam
Where the thrush and the robin
Their sweet notes entwine
On the banks of the Suir
That flows down by Mooncoin

Flow on lovely river, flow gently along
By your waters so pure
Sounds the lark's merry song
On your green banks I'll wander
Where first I did join
With you lovely Molly, the Rose of Mooncoin

My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish rose
My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish rose

My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish rose

My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish rose

My lovely rose of Clare
You're the sweetest girl I know
You're the Queen of all the roses
Like the pretty flowers that grow
You are the sunshine of my life
So beautiful and fair
And I will always love you
My lovely rose of Clare

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlaBv4nNGiU&feature=related

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Rose, Rose, Ro-ose
Rose, Rose, Ro-ose

This is the last time
I'll walk into this garden
All alone without the one I love
'Cause today is the day
I'm gonna bring Rose back to stay
Oh, I've waited patiently
Now the time is right for me
So I'll reach down
Right to the ground
And pick a rose for my Rose
'Cause somehow I know she knows
This love deep in my heart is still alive
I'll pick a rose for my Rose
'Cause today I'm gonna go
And bring her back to be right by my side

Rose, Rose, Rose
Rose, Rose, Rose

Years ago when I was just a poor boy
And her weathly fam'ly didn't fancy me
So they sent my Rose away
To a far off lonely place
When it was time to leave
My Rose cried out to me, "Remember me"
That's why you see
I'll pick a rose for my Rose
'Cause somehow I know she knows
This love deep in my heart is still alive
I'll pick a rose for my Rose
'Cause today I'm gonna go
And bring her back to be right by my side

(Rose, Rose, Rose)
I'm comin' Rose
(Rose, Rose)
I'm comin' Rose

Now as I walk slowly from this garden
A train ticket held tightly in my hand
And somewhere patiently
My Rose is waiting there for me
I won't be alone
'Cause I'll bring my Rose back home
And be a ride for her surprise
I'll pick a rose for my Rose
'Cause today I'm gonna go
And bring her back to be right by my side
I'm comin' Rose
(Rose for my Rose)
I'm comin' Rose
(Somehow I know she knows)
Oh-ooh, this love deep in my heart is still alive
(Rose for my Rose)
Rose, Ro-ose, Ro-o-o-se
(Somehow I know she knows)
This love deep in my heart is still alive
Ooh-ooooooooooooh

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.
When you take, you gotta give, so live and let live,
Or let go.
I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.

I could promise you things like big diamond rings,
But you don't find roses growin' on stalks of clover.
So you better think it over.
Well, if sweet-talkin' you could make it come true,
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter,
But what would it matter?
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.

Instrumental break.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.

I could sing you a tune or promise you the moon,
But if that's what it takes to hold you,
I'd just as soon let you go, but there's one thing I want you to know.
You better look before you leap, still waters run deep,
And there won't always be someone there to pull you out,
And you know what I'm talkin' about.
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.

She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

She talks kinda lazy
And people say she she's crazy
And her life's a mystery
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

There's something about her hand holding mine
It's a feeling that's fine
And I just gotta say
She's really got a magical spell
And it's working so well
That I can't get away

I'm a lucky fella
And I've just got to tell her
That I love her endlessly
Because Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

There's something about her hand holding mine
It's a feeling that's fine
And I just gotta say
She's really got a magical spell
And it's working so well
That I can't get away

I'm a lucky fella
And I've just got to tell her
That I love her endlessly
Because Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

Fadeout:
It keeps growing every place she's been
And nobody knows like me

If you've met her, you'll never forget her
And nobody knows like me

La la la- believe it when you've seen it
Nobody knows like me

like it LWD ....

Rose Marie..


Rose of Tralee

Rose coloured glasses.....................sung by John Conlee

Well I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn
Nobody's up except the moon and me,
And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree
All that you left me was a melody.
Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie...

And the moon's all up, full and big, apricot tips in an indigo sky,
And I've been loving you, Rosie, since the day I was born
And I'll love you, Rosie 'til the day I die.
Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie...

Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie...

And I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn
Nobody's up except the moon and me,
And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree
All that you left me was a melody.
Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie, how can I persuade? Rosie...

Rows Rows Rows your boat ,
gently down the stream,
If you sees a crocodile,
Don't forget to scream.

:))))))

snap BeeJay

"Kiss From A Rose"

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

Kiss From A Rose by Seal

Rose garden by Lynne Andersoon.

Roses are red by Aqua.

Rosemary is fine

RAMBLING ROSE, RAMBLING ROSE
WHY YOU RAMBLE NO ONE KNOWS
WILD AND WIND BLOWN
THAT'S HOW YOU'VE GROWN
WHO CAN PAINT YOU MY RAMBLING ROSE

RAMBLING ROSE, RAMBLING ROSE
WHY YOU RAMBLE NO ONE KNOWS
WHO WILL LOVE YOU WITH A LOVE TRUE
WHEN YOUR RAMBLING DAYS ARE GONE

RAMBLING ROSE, RAMBLING ROSE
WHY I WANT YOU HEAVEN KNOWS
THOUGH I LOVE YOU WITH A LOVE TRUE
WHO CAN CLING TO A RAMBLING ROSE.

Eight months ago today, I started with the Bette Midler song in my heart...now it's more like this.......

"Till the white rose blooms again
You must leave me, leave me lonely
So goodbye my love till then
Till the white rose blooms again"

:

The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea;
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading
And Mary all smiling sat listening to me;
The moon through the valley her pale rays were shining
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

On the far fields of India, mid war's bloody thunder,
Her voice was a solace and comfort to me,
But the cold hand of death has now torn us asunder
I'm lonely tonight for my Rose of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

The Rose
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower,
And you it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes the rose.