I want to take you to a little room,
A little room where all the roses bloom.
I want to lead you into Nature's Hall,
Where ev'ry year the roses give a ball.
They have an Orchestra up in the trees,
For their musicians are the birds and bees.
And they will sing us a song
As we are strolling along.

In sunny roseland,
Where summer breezes are playing,
Where the honey bees are "a Maying",
There all the roses are swaying,
Dancing while the meadow brook flows.
The moon when shining
Is more than ever designing,
For 'tis ever then I am pining,
Pining to be sweetly reclining
Somewhere in Roseland,
Beside a beautiful Rose.

The ball is over and the tulips meet,
Their little kisses are so short and sweet.
The lilies nod to the forget me-nots,
When they're departing in their flower pots.
But all the roses with their spirits high,
Remain to love until they droop and die.
And dear, why shouldn't it be
Just so with you and with me.