She is watching by the poplars
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes
She is watching and longing
And waiting
Where the long wide
roadway lies
And a song stirs in the silence
As the wind in the
boughs abode
She listens and starts
And trembles
'Tis the first little song
of love
Roses are shining in Picardy
In the hush of the silver dew
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy
But there's never a rose
like you
And the roses will die
with the summertime
And our roads may be
far apart
But there's one rose that dies
not in Picardy
'Tis the rose that I keep
in my heart