Roses Are Red Roses are red, my love ... doo doo da doooo ... A long, long time ago, on graduation day. "Roses are red, my love. We dated through high school. "Roses are red, my love. Then I went far away and you found someone new. "Roses are red, my love. Is that your little girl? "Roses are red, my love.
Bobby Vinton
You handed me your book ... I signed this way:
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you."
And when the big day came,
I wrote into your book, next to my name:
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you."
I read your letter dear, and I wrote back to you:
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But luck may god bless you."
She looks a lot like you.
Someday some boy will write in her book too.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you."
