MY ORIENTAL ROSE-BUD

MY ORIENTAL ROSE-BUD
Song
Walter Smith
Geo. Oliver
Sherman, Clay & Co., San Francisco

Down in Persia ‘neath the Persian shades,
Near the brink of the Orient’s glades,
I’ve a castle builded there;
In my garden rarest flowers grow,
There are none to compare I know,
With her beauty rare.

CHORUS:
My pretty flower, Oriental Rose-bud fair,
My arms are aching, aching dear to hold you there.
My heart’s appealing
For the love you’re concealing,
For the time you’re revealing
All the warmth of your heart dear,
The Orient’s beauty,
Sweetest flower the Orient knows,
I crave the day, love,
You’ll unfold into a rose
Beneath your bower,
I will kneel thru the hour,
For the love of my flower,
Oriental Rose.

There the night birds fill the night with song,
And the stars twinkle all night long,
While my little Rose-bud sleeps;
Then creeps morning to the eastern sky,
And my blossom from up on high
Through her bower peeps.

Iran/Persia
MY ORIENTAL ROSE-BUD