My Little Persian Rose
Music by Anatol Friedland
Lyrics by Edgar Allan Woolf
Copyright 1912 Jerome H Remick & Co.
My Little Persian Rose Lyrics
I’ve seen flowers rare growing ev’ry where,
But I’ve never seen a rose like you.
From your haunt if I could tear you right upon my heart I’d wear you
And no one could every share you, I would be so true.
But I’ve never seen a rose like you.
From your haunt if I could tear you right upon my heart I’d wear you
And no one could every share you, I would be so true.
But roses are like love and they fade as fast
With all the storms that blow, love can’t ever last.
I’ll shield you from all harms I’m made about your charms
I’ll hold you in my arms ‘till all danger’s passed.
With all the storms that blow, love can’t ever last.
I’ll shield you from all harms I’m made about your charms
I’ll hold you in my arms ‘till all danger’s passed.
Refrain
My little Persian Rose,
Nobody knows how I love you
Oh pretty flower,
Here in your bower,
With love I’ll shower you ev’ry hour
A garden just for two I’m sure will do
For me and you
Dearie, I’m wild about you,
Can’t live without you,
My little Persian Rose.
Nobody knows how I love you
Oh pretty flower,
Here in your bower,
With love I’ll shower you ev’ry hour
A garden just for two I’m sure will do
For me and you
Dearie, I’m wild about you,
Can’t live without you,
My little Persian Rose.
Second Verse
When the fall draws near and the world looks drear,
And the roses start to droop and fade,
I will wrap you up completely
In my loving arms so neatly that you’ll keep on blooming sweetly
So don’t be afraid
And the roses start to droop and fade,
I will wrap you up completely
In my loving arms so neatly that you’ll keep on blooming sweetly
So don’t be afraid
When winter comes along with its frost and snows,
And an icy blanket then o’er the world it throws,
Little “Bride Rose” have no fear,
For the spring will then be near
And an icy blanket then o’er the world it throws,
Little “Bride Rose” have no fear,
For the spring will then be near
To bring rosebuds, dear little Persian Rose.
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