Red Roses In The Garden
Red roses, red roses,
by Genie Makinster
Is that really what I see?
Hundreds of them, thousands of them
Shining on a tiny tree.
Like many, many rays of sunlight
Sent from Heaven to chase the gloom
Yes, for each delicate red rosebud
In my heart, I will find room.
Love them, kiss and caress them;
Let each petal's rosy hue,
Penetrate the days of loneliness
Like a message loving and true.