
Roses, Violets and Clover
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
For 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 was made,
Of a wild bouquet that his love conveyed,
Of roses, violets, and clover,
to be a symbol of love 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,
Roses, violets, and clover
grow over the rolling river.
Nature’s beauty still remains,
A reminder of love’s bitter refrain,
of Roses, violets, and clover,
that grow over the rolling river.
Roses, violets, and clover
grow over the rolling river…


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