I hear the sound of music,

Your special kind of music.

And that reminds me dear of you.

I smell the summer roses,

Your favorite kind of roses

And that reminds me to of you, dear



If there could be no music,

If there could be no roses

No summer nights to make me

dream as I do.

Perhaps, I might forget you.

But in my heart I know

That I need no reminder to miss you so.