|Everybody wants to know the reason.
|Why I wear this rose of white upon my breast.
|They don't know my poor heart died the day you left me,
|'neath this rose of white in peace, it's now at rest.
|Like the rose of white, my love was blooming.
|Your love was the sunshine Dear that made it grow.
|Like a rose that withers when the sun stops shining,
|Love won't grow and chills it like a winter snow.
|Once my heart was gay and filled with laughter.
|When so long ago we strolled along the dell.
|But it died within me when you found another.
|That's the cause for this white rose in my lapel.