(Roses are red my love,)
(Doo-doo-doo-doo.)


A long long time ago,
On graduation day.
You handed me your book,

I signed this way:

((Roses are red, my love,))

((Violets are blue.))
((Sugar is sweet, my love,))
((But not as sweet as you.))


We dated through high school,
And when the big day came,

I wrote into your book,
Next to my name:


((Roses are red, my love,))
((Violets are blue.))
((Sugar is sweet, my love,))

((But not as sweet as you.))
(As sweet as you-oo-oo-ooo.)


Then I went far away,
And you found someone new.
I read your letter, dear,

And I wrote back to you:

((Roses are red, my love,))

((Violets are blue.))
((Sugar is sweet my love,))
((Good luck, may God bless you.))

(May God bless you.)

Is that your little girl?

She looks a lot like you.
Some day some boy will write,
In her book too:


((Roses are red, my love,))
((Violets are blue.)

((Sugar is sweet my love,))
((But not as sweet as you.))
(Roses are red.)