YELLOW ROSES

When comes this mist of sweet perfume 
of fragrant blooming roses 
That fills the air at early dawn 
and after daylight closes, 
When through the night the ANGEL sings 
and her audience applauses 
It’s that ANGEL, fairest of all, 
so fond of yellow roses. 
The sky has changed its greyish veil 
for that of deep azure, 
And creamy clouds are floating high 
and dancing crystal pure; 
While near these fairy clouds she sings,  
that ANGEL in her glory, 
Where sunbeams darting to and fro 
as she tells us her story, 
When drops this ANGEL from the sky, 
and her audience applauses 
That ANGEL, the fairest of all, 
so fond of yellow roses. 
The trees spread out their leafy arms, 
the meadows bloom with flowers; 
The air is cooled, the dust is laid 
by calm, refreshing showers; 
The sun is up at early morn 
his eyes he barely closes, 
For the ANGEL is with us now, 
so fond of yellow roses. 
Rich perfume so fills the air, 
the world seems full of roses; 
A rosy crown they've made for HER, 
and crowned her Queen of Roses.

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YELLOW ROSES

When comes this mist of sweet perfume

of fragrant blooming roses That fills the air at early dawn

and after daylight closes, When through the night the ANGEL sings

and her audience applauses It’s that ANGEL, fairest of all,

so fond of yellow roses. The sky has changed its greyish veil

for that of deep azure, And creamy clouds are floating high

and dancing crystal pure; While near these fairy clouds she sings,

that ANGEL in her glory, Where sunbeams darting to and fro

as she tells us her story, When drops this ANGEL from the sky,

and her audience applauses That ANGEL, the fairest of all,

so fond of yellow roses. The trees spread out their leafy arms,

the meadows bloom with flowers; The air is cooled, the dust is laid

by calm, refreshing showers; The sun is up at early morn

his eyes he barely closes, For the ANGEL is with us now,

so fond of yellow roses. Rich perfume so fills the air,

the world seems full of roses; A rosy crown they've made for HER,

and crowned her Queen of Roses.

of fragrant blooming roses
That fills the air at early dawn

and after daylight closes,
When through the night the ANGEL sings

and her audience applauses
It’s that ANGEL, fairest of all,

so fond of yellow roses.
The sky has changed its greyish veil

for that of deep azure,
And creamy clouds are floating high

and dancing crystal pure;
While near these fairy clouds she sings,

that ANGEL in her glory,
Where sunbeams darting to and fro

as she tells us her story,
When drops this ANGEL from the sky,

and her audience applauses
That ANGEL, the fairest of all,

so fond of yellow roses.
The trees spread out their leafy arms,

the meadows bloom with flowers;
The air is cooled, the dust is laid

by calm, refreshing showers;
The sun is up at early morn

his eyes he barely closes,
For the ANGEL is with us now,

so fond of yellow roses.
Rich perfume so fills the air,

the world seems full of roses;
A rosy crown they've made for HER,