Garden of Flowers

Garden Of Flowers Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn violet? Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you set like the summer sun? Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn pink? Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you shower like the spring rain? Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn yellow? Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you fall like the autumn leaves? Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn purple? Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you freeze over with the winter breeze? As the roses looked up As the roses looked down As the roses looked right As the roses looked left They spoke with a gentle tongue, like a thousand whisper “As the seasons turn, so shall we. We’ll move with the wind, and stop with the thin air. Well be heated by the summer sun and frozen with the winter breeze”. So, said the roses from the garden of flowers.