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Rose, Rose I love you with an aching heart. |
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What is your future, now we have to part? |
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Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away, |
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Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay. |
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Make way, oh, make way for my Eastern Rose. |
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Men crowd in dozens everywhere she goes. |
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In her rickshaw on the street or in a cabaret, |
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"Please make way for Rose," you can hear them say. |
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All my life I shall remember, |
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Oriental music and you in my arms. |
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Perfumed flowers in your tresses, |
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Lotus-scented breezes and swaying palms. |
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Rose, Rose I love you with your almond eyes. |
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Fragrant and slender 'neath tropical skies. |
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I must cross the seas again and never see you more. |
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Way back to my home on a distant shore. |
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(All my life I shall remember,) |
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(Oriental music and you in my arms.) |
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(Perfumed flowers in your tresses,) |
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(Lotus-scented breezes and swaying palms.) |
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Rose, Rose I leave you, my ship is in the bay. |
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Kiss me farewell now, there's nothing to say. |
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East is East and West is West, our worlds are far apart. |
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I must leave you now but I leave my heart. |
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Rose, Rose I love you with an aching heart. |
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What is your future, now we have to part? |
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Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away, |
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Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay. |
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(Rose, Rose I love you, I cannot stay.) |
