Lyrics
In all the Sultan's gardens are roses sweet and rare,
And some are proud and royal
And some are soft and rare,
In all the Sultan's garden[']s no rose is blooming now,
As fragrant or as tender as sweet and fair as thou.
My life I love thee
I'll love thee till the day,
When from the skies, the stars shall pass away,
My life I love thee,
Rose of the World thou art,
And close thy tendrils twine about my heart.
Ah, dreary hours that pass and leave me sad and lone,
While thee I wait my dearest one, my own,
When I thy song at morning noon or night hear,
For thee I long,
Ah! would that thou wert near
That thou wert near
Thy song divine
Thy song divine
has made me thine.
has made me thine.