Little Red Rose on the Little Green Hill
Far away, upon that lush, green hill,
That’s where my rose resides
Under that radiant summer sun
Glowing forever in ruthless pride.
Blushing petals, piercing thorns
Are your fiery lips, your ardent smile
That soothes me in calm divine,
Or poison me with prongs of guilt.
I saw joy float from those two red lips,
Those two red lips that I love so dear.
But no joy lasts forever, for fear
As autumn comes before wintry days,
If sorrow shall after bliss prevail,
Nature followed its course well due.
So fare thee well, my sweet little rose,
I’ll love thee true; I’ll love thee evermore.
Nevermore shall those two dark eyes
Shed pearly tears for me to spy.
Nevermore shall that little green hill
Be our paradise, our pillow of repose.
Nevermore shall those petals, o those petals so rosy
Nevermore will they bloom like the first kiss of spring
Upon my longing, forgotten heart.