Roses of Picardy

Roses of Picardy - Frank Sinatra (法蘭克·辛納屈)

She is watching by the poplars

Colinette with the sea-blue eyes

She is watching and longing and waiting

Where the long white roadway lies

And a song stirs in the silence

As the wind in the boughs above

She listens and starts and trembles

'Tis the first little song of love

Roses are shining in Picardy

In the hush of the silver dew

Roses are flow'ring in Picardy

But there's never a rose like you

And the roses will die with the summertime

And our roads may be far apart

But there's one rose

That dies not in Picardy

'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart