Roses, violets, and clover

grow over the rolling river.

have you been to Birmingham?

There has journeyed my gentleman.

He promised me a wild bouquet

to adorn our wedding day,

of roses, violets, and clover.

Roses, violets, and clover

grow over the rolling river.

I met my love in Birmingham

over the rolling river.

His love he revealed in a fragrant field

of roses, violets, and clover.

Roses, violets, and clover

grow over the rolling river.

In Birmingham, a promise made,

Of a wild bouquet, love conveyed,

Of roses, violets, and clover,

to be a symbol of forever.

Roses, violets, and clover

grow over the rolling river.

I am afraid that he is gone

over the rolling river,

Far beyond the gates of Birmingham

no bouquet will he deliver

of roses, violets, and clover.

Still, nature’s beauty remains,

A reminder of love’s bitter refrain,

Roses, violets, and clover

grow over the rolling river.

Roses, violets, and clover

grow over the rolling river.