She's watching by the poplar callin' Ned with the sea blue eyes
She's watching and long and waiting where the long, wide roadway lies
and the songsters in the silence as the wind in the boughs above
She listens and starts and trembles ‘tis the first little song of love (of love)

Roses are shining in Picardy in the hush of the silvery dew
Roses are flowering in Picardy but there's never a rose like you (like you)
And the roses will die with the summertime
And our roads may be far apart (far apart)
But the one rose that dies not in Picardy
‘Tis the rose that I keep in my heart (my heart)
And there it will always be (will always be)