Roses are shining in thicker fields

in the hush of the silvery dew



the roses are flowering in Picardy

but there's never a rose like you

and the roses will die with the summertime

and our rose may be so far apart

but there's one rose that dies not in Picardy

that's the rose that I keep in my heart



And the roses are gonna die with the summertime

and our rose may be so far apart

But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy

that's the rose that I keep locked up in my heart