Albert:

I was never crazy for flowers,

I confess that nothing left me colder;

I could watch a daisy for hours

And all I'd feel was sev'ral hours older!

Lilacs and lilies, any bloom you please,

All what they did was make me shrug or sneeze;

But now I love each blossom that I see,

For a lovely little rose loves me.

Now my life is rosy, when I'm my Rosie,

With a girl like Rosie,

How could I be blue?

Hand in hand we'll mosey

Me and little Rosie,

We will be so cozy

By a fire built for two.

Oh! I once heard a poem that goes:

"A rose is a rose is a rose"

Well I don't agree,

Take it from me,

There's one rose sweeter than any that grows!

That's my Rosie,

I'm so glad she chose me;

Life is one sweet beautiful song to me.

Now my life is rosy, (Oh, we'll be happy, I know)

Since I found my Rosie,(Off to the preacher we'll go)

With a girl like Rosie,(So how could we be blue?)

How could I be blue?

Rosie:

Oh we'll have us a home out west,

A nice little split-level nest,

And in ev'ry room roses in bloom...

Albert:

But there's on rose sweeter than all of the rest!

Then that's my Rosie

Rosie:

I'm so glad you chose me!

Both:

Life is one sweet beautiful song to me

When love is right then

What can be wrong?

Life is one sweet beautiful song

To me