the rose

the sweet notes, of the memory calling you, made his excuses first, his pleading notes, his lover's thirst, and through the crowd and silence spread as he, descanted on love's scope and mystery, but not at you, she has faded in a day, but not at you, she has faded in a day, the secrets of all love are known to me, throughout the darkest night, my song resounds, when love speaks in my soul, my voice replies, the plaintive wailing: but not at you, she has faded in a day, my love is for the rose, i bow to her, i bow to her, the rose has faded, has faded, the rose, the rose, has faded, faded, but not at you, she has faded in a day, has faded, faded, but not at you, she has faded in a day